Disguise♔ z.m

Nineteen

Liam continues to leave several kisses on my neck while Zayn and Elle approach the group of dancers. Here I am, losing the balance once more, thinking I can make up my mind, when clearly, I always seem to lose the battle.

Why is it so hard for me to choose? Neither Liam or Zayn love me, for all I know, so why is it so hard? The indecision just makes me dizzier than ever.

In matter of seconds, they were standing close to mine and Liam's smashed against each other bodies.

"Nora?" Elle asks surprisingly.

"Zayn?" I hide no surprise.

"Liam?" Zayn questions, clear confusion on his face.

"Esmée?" Esmée comes out of no where, sounding amusing." I just felt left out not being called." She figures her humor is not required, making her disappear once again.

"What are you doing here, Nora?" Elle asks, untangling her hand from Zayn's.

It would be a lie if I said that didn't hurt. I want to tell him things I never told myself, and that just sounds insane after spending hours with the man I made love with laying above me.

"We were practicing," Liam states, placing himself in a push up position.

"That's a nice dance step," Elle gestures to us. Liam immediately pushes himself upwards and gets up, holding his hand down for me. I embarrassingly take hold of it, and apply pressure in order for me to get on my feet.

"He fell on top of me," I continue casually, leaving glances at Zayn, who does not seem to be interested in this conversation for a second.

"You pulled me, babe." Liam wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me to his side as he nuzzles his face into my collar bone. Oh no, Liam, don't do this...

"C'mon, Liam!" Elle pulls Liam hand and runs with him to the other dancers to discuss some. new plans.

"I never got to properly thank you for taking me to the dance competition yesterday," I put forth.

"It's okay." Why was he drifting away? What have I done for him to become so vague ?

"How did you spend your night?" I am mentally crossing my fingers that they didn't make love. I really don't want to paint the picture of Zayn tracing his finger across Elle's chest. I sound selfish; I don't love Zayn, but why am I so jealous?

"Elle stayed over at my place because she was too tired to return." His liquid brown eyes cheerlessly regard me.

"Oh." I frown lightly.

"So, how-" I stop mid-way when I realize Zayn had walked away to Elle and began kissing her cheek.

I immediately look away and rush to the locker room, to find her shorts and get the hell out of this place. How would I handle more of it? Was he doing all this on purpose?

I rush down the corridors and past the several doors that remain unnamed. The place scented musky and sweaty, definitely after the practices. Liam had proposed for us to have a little session here before we walked straight into the gymnasium look-alike, but self control took over. I grasp the black jeans material along with my handbag, pulling out my cellphone to text Veronica.

While walking, I type.

Veronica, would we be able to meet right now? I have so much to say- Nora

Within seconds, I see a reply.

Can't do, sorry. Maybe tomorrow- Veronica

What was wrong with her? Why was the whole human race upset with me?