Taken (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty-One

Hey guys!!

So yeah, Happy New Year to everyone!!

It’s already 2014 and I still feel like its 2012.

Hahahaha..

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*Allison’s POV

I touched my lips with my fingertips, recalling everything that just happened. Why did he kiss me? Why in the world would he do that? He knows that I have Harry and I know that he’s perfectly aware that he has a girlfriend himself.

Fudge.

Holy fudgecakes (A/N: I know, Liam said this).

I don’t even know what to do or how to react. I felt my whole body freeze.

I don’t know if it’s true or if I’m just exaggerating but I think I might have sat there for a good 3 hours thinking it all over. I’ve thought of every possible solution for this but I don’t even know if any of them would work cause every time I come up with one, the thought of Harry knowing comes back and destroys it all.

This is just so messed up.

At one point, I thought of leaving Zayn to handle all of this. In that way, I would not be involved. But no. That would NEVER be an option. First of all, I kissed him back. Second of all, I’m not that cold hearted to just leave him alone in this since it was both of us, not only him. And third of all, he’s still my best friend no matter what he does and I still care about him. Suddenly, I felt selfish for even thinking that.

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After about a moment, I’ve finally come up with possibly the best solution that I could think of. Maybe I should just act like it didn’t happen. See, if I do that, I avoid leaving Zayn in this and do him a favour as well, maybe avoid having Harry and Perrie know about this (unless Zayn tells them or I tell them) and still have Zayn as a friend.

Maybe he didn’t even do it on purpose. Maybe it was just an accident, an instinct, or something.

I let out a deep sigh and stood up. I went over to the fridge and grabbed a tub of ice cream and a bar of chocolate. I scoop some ice cream and fill a transparent glass with it. I then chopped the bar of chocolate and sprinkled it over the top. I might have added too much, but who cares? If you stress eat, you might as well do it well or the best you can, at least.

I settled on the couch and turned on the TV. Stress-eating makes me feel relaxed. I don’t even care if Zayn comes barging in again and starts yelling at me for being fat. Ok, forget I said that.

I, again, flipped through the channels until I found something that I liked. Hears to sore throat and getting fat.

I might have stayed there for a while because when I checked outside, it was already getting dark.

I finished the last spoon of vanilla ice cream and washed the stuff I used.

I figured I should just go to my room and just watch Youtube vids to kill time since I didn’t want to go online anyways.

Just when I got settled, I heard the doorbell.

I lazily got out from bed and walked downstairs to open the door.

“Hey Hazz-” I started but Harry kissed me instead. My eyes were wide open.

Guilt now started to creep back as I kissed him back.

“I’m sorry I haven’t even called or texted all day..” he said as we walked back inside the house.

“It’s fine.. You shouldn’t anyways cause you spend way too much time with me that I’m afraid that you’ll get tired of me anyways.. Not that I’m complaining..” I gushed.