My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 13

"Okay. I'll be at your house in 20 mins."

"He'll be at my house in twenty minutes." I inform Harry.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't exactly know yet. I can't be with someone I don't trust." I said knowing full well I look like the world's biggest hypocrite right about now. I don't even care.

"I'll be awake until I hear from you. Please call or text when you're done. I need to know you're okay."

"I'll be fine...eventually. Sorry again about tonight." I say as I stare at the ground walking out his front door.

He grabs me by the arm and spins me around placing his hands on my shoulders. "You have NOTHING to be sorry about. I'm sorry for letting it get that far." He looks me straight in the eyes. "Be safe." he hugs me and I wrap my arms around him to hug him back. I would really hate to lose him as a friend over such a stupid ass stunt. I hop into my car and drive home.

Once I pull into my driveway, I sit for a second remembering what just happened. I touch my lips remembering his soft passionate kisses and the hint of saltiness still lingers in my mouth...just then, it really dawns on me what I'm going to do.

Zayn pulls up minutes after I got home and approaches me sitting on the front porch. I stand up, walk over to him, and give him an aggressive kiss "hello" jamming my tongue down his throat. I hope he gets a hint of Harry. Take THAT, Zayn!

He breaks the kiss and verifies, "You're not mad?"

"About which part? You lying about your job or you cheating on me?"

He attempts to keep a straight face but his eyes grow a little wider. That's right! You're caught, asshole!

"W-w-what do you mean?" He was obviously caught off guard.

"Oh please! It may have taken me a while but I'm not stupid. You're cheating on me!"

He just stares down at the ground. Holy shit! That just confirms it. I can't fight back the tears and they begin to run down my face.

"How could you?!" I hiss at him.

"I don't know." He shrugs and answers quietly.

"I think it would be in your best interest if you left right now because I really have nothing else to say to you." The words come flying out of my mouth. I am so livid right now.

"But..." He starts and looks up at me pointing to his car.

"GO!" I raise my voice.

He turns and walks down the path to his car with his head down looking like a dog with its tail between its legs.

I turn to go into my house and up to my room. I call Harry.

"Everything ok?" He asks immediately when he picks up.

"Yea." I sniffle. "I gave him a nice big French kiss hello. I thought it was fitting after you and I...you know."

"You WHAT?!" He bursts out laughing. "Samantha! I cannot believe you did that!" He's sounding like my dad. I giggle. That was a pretty ballsy move, if I do say so myself.

"Since when do you call me 'Samantha'? You sound like my dad!" I laugh. "He deserved it."

"That was fucking brilliant!...only because I wasn't on the receiving end of that kiss. I can't stress this enough, remind me never to piss you off." He is still hysterics. "Did you tell him what you did?"

"Nope. That'll be our little secret. I just have to figure out what I'm going to do about prom. I'm sure as shit not going with him."

"I'd take you but I'm already taking Stacy even though we've decided to just be friends."

"I'm so sorry. I was so wrapped up in my shit I forgot to ask. Are you okay?"

"Yea. I think it's better this way. And STOP apologizing."

Just then, I hear the floor shift like someone is standing on the other side of my door. I would bet $5 it's my mom. Once again, I have no privacy. I lean to see a shadow under the door. Someone is there and trying to listen to my conversation. Ugh! Seriously?!

"Well, I should go. I'm exhausted and I have to work tomorrow."

"Okay. I'm glad you're alright. Robin and I may be by tomorrow to pick up the parts he ordered so I might see you tomorrow. Good night. Sweet dreams!" He says those last two words in a severe sarcastic tone.

"Shut up! Good night!" I giggle and hang up. I hear heavy footsteps move down the hall. Yep. Someone was attempting to eavesdrop. Really?!

Harry's POV

I smile at my phone. I cannot believe she did that!...not that Zayn didn't deserve it. I have a whole new respect for Sam, as sick as that sounds.

My minds plays back to what happened tonight between us. What the shit was I thinking?! I wasn't! That's for sure! I was purely acting impulsively. There are no excuses for my actions. I hope to hell this doesn't destroy our friendship. It was that damn vision of her biting her lower lip like that. I was done! How could one small look knock down all my defenses?! I really can't let that happen again...wait!...but I'd really like it to. That was amazing! Her kisses, the way her touch felt against my skin, and her...get your shit together, Harry! That is never happening again.

God! I hope it does!...what the hell is wrong with me?!

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Sam's POV

It's Monday and I'm at school. In between going to work yesterday, I spent the day crying and feeling sorry for myself. I decided today that my goal is to not cry. Zayn doesn't deserve any more of my tears. I'm numb. Harry is doing his best to act the same around me but it's still a bit awkward. I'm just happy he didn't run away screaming or drop off the face of the earth.

I think Harry said something to Trent because he was awfully sympathetic today. I did notice Josh and Jessica pointing at me and snickering together out of the corner of my eye on the way to class today. Those two are made for each other.

I head over to track practice with Trent and his friend, Luke.

"Are you okay?" Trent checks up on me.

"I will be. I've just never been cheated on before...as far as I know of." I respond completely monotone. "Now, I'm broken and have no date to prom."

Trent looks over a Luke and Luke speaks up, "You're not going with Zayn?"

"Hell no! Never in a million years!" I answer.

"Can I take you? I mean if you want to go with me."

Wait! Did THAT just happen? Luke just asked me to prom?!

"I'd like that." I smile the best I can and he smiles back.

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That night Zayn tries to call and I ignore it. He leaves a message.

"Hey. I thought we could talk and finalize plans for your prom. You shouldn't have to go by yourself. Call me back."

Ha! I cannot wait to tell him to shove it up his ass! I call him back and he picks up immediately.

"Hi."

"Hi back." I respond.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. You?"

"I miss you."

"Zayn, cut the bullshit. We both know you don't. You fucked up royally and got caught. Oh! And by the way, WE are not going to MY prom. I already have a date."

There is a long pause. I know he didn't hang up. Finally, he beings to talk, "I'm sorry for hurting you."

And the tears start to flow. Dammit!

"I've got to go." I say quickly and hang up.

I start crying uncontrollably. That did not end up at all how I played it out in my head. I miss Zayn. I miss how he made me feel important, special, and sexy. And yet, now, he has made me feel lower than gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. He is such an asshole. What the hell was he thinking? I hope he's hurting as bad if not worse than I am because I'm gutted.

A/N- I am so excited to see the number of readers grow. Thank you so much for reading. I love hearing your comments and predictions. Is Zayn worth a second chance or is Harry worth a first?