Nothing In Between [One Direction]

Chapter 1:

Lydia's POV:

"Your so lucky Lyd." Tasha smirks, handing me a warm mug of hot chocolate. The scorching ceramic meets my icy skin causing me to pull it away. "Carful, wouldnt want you hurting your hands.. Niall might need them for something," She teases, sticking her tongue out in my direction. "Pervert!" I reply, glaring at her. I bring the mug to my mouth, smirking as the hot luquid drenches my dry lips. I place the drink in between my crossed legs looking down as the steam swirls in the winters air. "You really need to stop talking so loud he is right next door, and anyway i dont like him..." I trail off, my eyes lifting and following her.  "sure you dont..." She smirks.

She walks over to the door, opening it slightly. I stand up, removing a strande of brown hair from my face. I tip toe up behind her and place my hand on the small girls shoulder. "No one likes a stalker," I tease, smiling as she jumps. "Is Zayn ok, he looks kinda sad.." She says with a worried voice, completly ignoring what i had just said. I peer out the door, looking as his soft brown eyes meet my ice blue ones. "Zayn? Are you ok hun?" I ask, trying not to look like i was just stalking him. I softly push my friend out of the door, following her over to Zayn.

He looks over, bringing his hand to his face to wipe away a tear. "Aw honey.." I say softly, hugging him from behind the couch. "I'm fine, dont worrie your self minnie Lee.." He smiles, dropping his head into my shoulder. Tasha coughs, trying to be descreat. "Oh Zayn, this is my homie Tash.." I smirk, letting go of him and walking to tasha's side. Her cheeks flush with colour as the tall, well built boy stands from his seated possition. He opens out his hand and holds it towards her, smiling as she shakes it nervously. "Wow, you really do like him.." I tease, looking over at the two. 

They looked cute together. I'm quickly pulled from my thoughts by a strong pair of arms wrapping round my waist. "What the.." I yell, socked and surprised. I look down at the tattoo covered arms keeping a strong hold on my small waist. "Harry get off me.." I pout, hearing him chuckle. He could be such an ass, at times. But I couldn't help the tingling feeling I was getting from his touch. "No, I don't want to," He replies, bringing his face ridiculously close to my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it made a small shudder run down my spine. How was I enjoying this. I mean its harry, he always flirts with everything with boobs. "Is everything ok Lyd?" NIalls asks his thick Irish accent making his jelousy noticable. I dont know were he apeared from but i was glad he did. I have never been so happy to see that fresh faced smile.

"Yes, thanks Ni. I was just telling Harry to either remove his hands from my waist or I'll make my boyfriend do it for him.." I sigh. Boyfriend, seriously Lydia what the flip. I mentally slap myself, trying to think if something to say if you asked. "What boyfriend?" Tasha buts in, obviously enjoying my 'misfortune'. "Urm.. you know Ty in my form well he asked me out, and if Harry doesn't get off me he will bet the crap out him.." I Lie, giving her a knowing stare. I feel Harry's hands part with my waist, suddenly wishing they had stayed. Nialls delecate chuckle breaks the awkward silence that filled the room. "He sounds like a nice guy, I hope your happy.." He says with a hint of jealousy. I look back at him, my eyes scanning every part of  his perfect body. Suddenly stopping when I see his eyes return the favour.

"Oh don't worry Styles we are..." I chuckle, pulling Tasha away from Zayn and back into my room. I can practically feel the innuendos pouring out of her mouth already. "Remind me Lyd who was it that you wanted to suck... off" I she smirks as I clasp my hand over her mouth. "And you talk to your mother with that mouth..." I hiss, letting go as I feel her tongue slide cross my palm. "Seriously T, this is not funny... He always does that," I say, my skin still tingling from his touch. I mean Yeh, I do like the attention I get from him and Niall but it would just be weird.

"Well flirt back then stupid, play him at his own game.." I say, sprawling out on the soft cotton quilt. I walk over to the bed, crawling undo the duvet with her. "But what about Ni?" I whine, my head still spinning from thinking about it all. This was all way to complicated. And if Liam found out, I wouldn't hear the end of it, and neither would Harry or Niall.