Broken Walls *AU*// L.T.

16. Telling

Zayn P.O.V.

"Reservation for two. Yes, tomorrow night. Around 7:00? Perfect." I spoke to the man on the phone in charge of the reservations for the restaurant "Ricardo's". It was massively expensive to get into and all men had to be formal. I hated dressing in a suit, but anything for Cami. I hung up the phone and let out a sigh.

I am seriously starting to fall for this girl. And it wasn't meant to happen, but it kind of is gradually. The way she dips her head back when she laughs, her dimples showing through. The way she crinkles her nose and furrows her eyebrow when's she is confused, its adorable. That tight, slim body, just to die for. And her hair.. smells like daisies. And I can go on for hours about - Wait, what the hell is wrong with me?

"Zayn, you have anymore cans of pop?" My head shot up to see Niall walking out of my kitchen behind Li.

"Yeah. They are downstairs." I told him and he practically ran down the hallway. Liam sat down on the couch next to me, a bowl of crisps in hand.

"What were you thinking about?" Li asked me and I breathed out heavily in frustration.

"I don't know what to do anymore Li! Cam.. I like her so much. I can't go through with breaking her heart. Even if Louis did that to my sister, she doesn't deserve it. I'm slowly falling for her. And its not a choice." I explained, putting my head in my hands. I felt him pat my back and I looked up at him with a glare, him removing his hand from my back.

"Dude, your so whipped." He laughed and I threw my hands up in frustration.

"Its not fucking funny Li! Seriously, I can't stop thinking about her! Those big green eyes... and the way she flips her hair when she's nervous, and her smile ... that smile. And don't even get me started on the way she sucked on that joint. I can just imagine her lips wrapped around my-"

"Okay! Okay! I get it! God I'm still innocent!" He laughed covering his ears and I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.

"What am I going to do, this wasn't supposed to happen."

"You want to get revenge on Louis right?" Li asked me.

"Yes." I groaned, leaning back.

"You had a plan." He stated and stood up."Go with it,"

"Break her heart."

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Cami P.O.V.

"A squared, plus C squared, equals B squared..." I muttered jotting down the answer on his Algebra paper.

Louis had gone downstairs and was helping his mum with laundry, while I stayed up here and did his stupid homework. I mean, I'm doing mine at the same time I'm doing his, but I guess it doesn't matter. Although I did make sure to get 30% of the questions wrong on his paper. He deserves it.

We hadn't talked much since we left school , only when he dragged me upstairs, threw his bookbag at me, and uttered, "do it."

My mum was supposed to be here in an hour and a half, and I wished she would be here earlier. I just need someone to talk to, I'm bored, and I can make an excuse not to do Louis's homework.

I was startled when I heard a door slam and I didn't bother to turn around, knowing who it was. I felt a hand put pressure on my shoulder and a voice spoke.

"You done yet? God damn, I need something to do." He snickered and I slid the pile of homework to my right side, where he could see it. I still didn't dare look at him. I saw him pick it up and shove it in his backpack out of the corner of my eye.I kept my gaze on the desk and didn't say a word. What was there to say?

"So you fucking Zayn now? Always new you were a slut." He shrugged. I choked on my breath and turned to Louis, my face contorted in anger. How dare he call me that, its my life.

"That's none of your business if I am, and if I'm the slut, I guess your a manwhore." I sassed and his smile fell. Exactly asshole.

"I wouldn't call me that. I only stayed with you for a whole week to see if you were easy. Guess it takes more to get in your pants." He laughed at the end and my jaw almost hit the floor.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes I do. I haven't had a good fuck lately." He smirked , crossing his arms behind his head. I now noticed he had only a pair of boxers on. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I shielded my eyes with my hands.

"Geez, Louis, cover up!" I yelled and he just hummed in response.

"No can do. Clothes are in the dryer. I have no clean ones." He reasoned.

"How about a thing called pajamas??" I suggested.

"These are my pajamas. Duh." He laughed and I dropped my hand from my eyes. I've seen him like this in eighth grade, I think I can see him again, but older.

My eyes locked on his lower abdomen and it sounds bad.. but I almost drooled. He is fucking fit. A six pack, matched right in with his tan skin, oh god- I need to stop.

"Too bad you couldn't keep me, could of had all this." He motioned towards himself and I rolled my eyes.

"No, now I can actually have a life. I'll see you later, I'm going home to find my mum before supper." I made an excuse and was picking up my bag when his arm grabbed me and I was pulled onto the bed. Shit.

"You aren't going anywhere. I need company." He pouted and I raised an eyebrow.

"You think you can just insult me and then want me to stay here with you? Call one of your weed buddies, I'm sure they can give you some fun." I stated and he frowned even more. I grabbed my bag and my hand was on the knob, when I heard him speak again.

"You open that door, I tell your mum that you smoked weed."

I froze in my tracks and I turned back around.

"You wouldn't. Your bluffing." I challenged and a serious expression took over his features.

"Do I look like I'm bluffing?" He asked with a smirk. I groaned in frustration and threw my bag on his bed. "Don't worry you'll be making that sound later on."

"I fucking hate you."

And I meant it.

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