Let's just go... (One Direction)

Crick in your neck?

I run. I run away from the boy I know I'm falling for.

I just need to get away. Luckily for me we weren't far from the hotel. I ignore the fans posted outside and duck through the doors. I don't even look up when I hear my name being called. I jump into the elevator as it opens in front of me and press my floor.

I can't believe I kissed him what was I thinking? I pace as I wait for the door to open. He just looked at me as if I had 10 heads! And that scowl!

The door opens and I run down the hall to my room. I throw the key in and swear when I get denied. When it opens on the third try I'm relieved to see no lights on in any of the rooms, but as I turn the corner I see the TVs on.

"Are you okay, Silvara?" Zayn asks as he lowers the volume and looks over at me.

"I'm fine. Where is everyone?" my voice cracks. Shit, I've been crying.

"No you're not, take a seat. And they're enjoying the night before Poland tomorrow," He stands up and pulls me down to sit next to him. He cradles me against his side as he rests one of his arms around my shoulders, "What happened out there? Are you hurt? Is Harry okay?"

"No, everyone's fine! I'm just an idiot!" I blurt out.

"You can talk to me. You know this." I look up at him and stare into his beautiful eyes. Brown irises with flecks of gold surrounded by long, curled eyelashes. I break down and start to cry again. Why am I even crying? He just holds me and murmurs sweet nothings into my ear as he rocks me back and forth. He's patient and waits.

"I kissed him," I murmur.

"That's great!"

"No, it's not," I wipe my eyes angrily and sit up, "he looked at me in disgust so I ran."

"I find that hard to believe," he turns so he's facing me completely.

"You don't understand. I saw his face. He was shocked at first, which I understand, but then when I thought he was going to smile his face tilted up and a disgusted look crossed it. So believe it."

"No. I won't believe it. Let me tell you something. All he does is talk about you. You, SIlvara. You. Ever since that hunt. Actually," he says as he looks away for a moment and chuckles, "ever since we went paint balling. He started to mention you quite a bit. He likes you."

"Clearly, he doesn't," I cross my arms and look away. I look up sharply as we hear banging on the door. "Please don't say anything. I just want to stay in here."

"Fine, but hear me out. He does like you. Why would he be outside trying to break the door down?" After a few moments the banging stops. I throw my phone in my bag after turning it off.

"He does like you. You don't get it because you don't know. He never meets anyone. He does, but it's not the same. I've had so many talks with him. He looks at me, Liam, and Louis and I can see longing in his eyes. He wants someone to call his own that's not in it because he's Harry Styles. We are all even here, but in the limelight Harry is number one. Management knows this and uses it for publicity." I turn to look at him. Clearly confusion is all over my face so it spurs him on more.

"All his 'girlfriends' are either planted by their parents through management by promises so they can gain fame from him, or it's another famous person that he thinks would understand what he's going through. None of them understand though. Many of them turned into models through their ordeal. He doesn't just want a one night stand anymore, he wants someone to take home. There hasn't been a girl, until he met you."

"But I'm a nobody," the only response I could think of as everything he said sinks in.

"Yeah? We were all nobodies. And you're a somebody in his eyes. I talked to him on our flight to Berlin. He was pissed that he didn't see you the entire week. He kept bringing it up to me. I finally connected the dots. Did you know he made sure management hired Bruno full time so you'd feel comfortable with your guard. He also fought for you to stay with El and Molly because usually medical personal stays with the crew. He's done a lot because he wanted you to enjoy your stay here."