"What would you like?" Zayn asked me. We just walked into Starbucks and I was glad it was nearly empty. I didn't want anyone to take pictures of me and Zayn. Harry wouldn't be to happy.
"Uh a hot chocolate would be nice." I smiled a little. Zayn went to order and I took a seat. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and checked my messages. I had two from Harry:
Harry: I miss you :/
Harry: why aren't you replying woman??
I laughed at the last one. I couldn't tell him that I was out with Zayn. He would be furious and it would make things a million times worse between them. I didn't want to be known as the girl that caused One Direction to break up or something.
"Here is your hot chocolate." Zayn handed me my coffee before sitting down in front of me.
"Thank you," I told him, "so why did you want to go out for coffee?"
He took a sip of his drink before responding, "Well I wanted to spend a little time alone with you. Every time I see you, you're always with Harry."
"He and I get along really well." I said. Hopefully he would catch the hint that Harry and I are sort of a thing. I couldn't even name what we were. Gosh, it's so confusing.
"I was actually hoping to take you out to dinner this week." He smiled.
"Just dinner? It wouldn't mean anything right?" I asked him.
He chuckled, "Of course it would, it would be a date."
I looked down at my hands, "Harry and I sort of have a thing. It wouldn't be right."
His smile vanished, "I thought you said you weren't Harry's girl?"
"Well I'm not, technically. We have gotten closer and things could be happening between us soon." I told him.
He cleared his throat, "Well this is awkward."
"I'm really sorry, Zayn. I hope we can still be friends." I reached over and grabbed his hand.
He nodded, "Sure we can. Just, be careful when it comes to being with Harry."
I was a little shocked by his warning, "What?"
"He is known as a ladies man for a reason." Zayn said. Harry wasn't like what the media portrayed him as. Why would Zayn say that to me though?
Thirty minutes later, Zayn dropped me off home and I was glad to be away from the awkwardness that surrounded us. I headed upstairs after I saw that no one was around. When I opened my bedroom door, I didn't expect to see Harry sitting on my bed.
"What the hell, Styles?" I half whispered half yelled. I put a hand on my chest from the scare he gave me.
"Did I frighten you?" He smirked. I walked over to him and smacked his arm.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"That's just the reaction that I have on you." He whispered. He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest by his simple touch.
"No it's not," I lied as he leaned down and kissed my cheek, "What has gotten into you Styles?"
"I've been wanting to kiss you since the last time we kissed." He whispered into my ear. He softly pressed his lips on my neck and I felt weak.
"Well friends don't kiss."
I heard him chuckle, "I don't think the whole friendship thing is working out for me, (y/n)."
I scoffed, "It hasn't even been a whole day."
"And I'm already miserable," He told me. He sat on my bed and pulled me down with him, "Lets just give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen?"
"You just want to be able to make out." I joked.
He laughed a little, "That too. But most importantly, I want to take you out to dinners and out to a movie. I want to hold your hand in public and surprise you with your favorite coffee. I want to be able to have deep discussions and text you romantic things. Most importantly, I want to be able to call you mine."
I sat there shocked. No other guy has ever told me anything sweet and romantic like that in my entire life.
Harry stared at me waiting for me to say something, "(y/n)? Are you--"
I cut him off by pressing my lips against his softly. He was shocked for a second but sunk into the kiss. This kiss was just as amazing as the first. I still got those silly butterflies that I did the first time. I placed my hand on his cheek and he pulled me even closer.
I didn't want to pull apart, but we had to when we heard footsteps coming. Harry quickly hid under my bed just as the door opened.
"Hey, (y/n). I thought I heard you get home a few minutes ago." It was Drake.
"Yeah, I just got in. I'm really tired. I think I'm just gonna crash." I lied. I was worried that Drake would bring up Zayn. I didn't want to argue with Harry right now.
"Okay, you can tell me in the morning how your little date went." He laughed as he walked out and closed the door.
Oh crap.
Harry crawled from under the bed and I knew that he was mad, "You went on a date?"
This was just my luck.
