My Brothers Best Friend {Z.M}

15.

Esme

I press my lips together before I let out a gentle sigh. My eyes are on the boy who is trying to fix what is broken between us. I don't know what to say. I do miss him, but I can't let him think that it's okay. I still don't know what to believe. Coming here, to make sure Zayn is okay was probably a mistake. I look down at the ground, feeling Zayn's hand squeeze my arm slightly before pulling it away.

"I'm sorry Z. I don't know what you expect me to do. I shouldn't have even came here. I don't want you thinking I'm going to forgive you that quickly. I love you, it didn't just disappear but you don't understand the surprise I felt Saturday. I'm going to take care of you today, but from right now. We have to be just friends for right now." I state quietly, my arms crossed in front of me.

Zayn just looks at me, as if he thinks this over. I look down at the ground before looking back up at him. Being friends won't be easy for him, but it won't be easy for me either. I really do love him. But I can't do this with him right now. I don't trust him which is probably stupid but I don't.

"I guess I could work with that. Could I hang out with you today then? As friends of course." Zayn states, and I nod softly. I start walking towards my black BMW, something that used to be my brothers Brayden's. The drive to my house is slightly awkward. I stay silence throughout the drive so was Zayn. I could feel his eyes looking at me.

When we do arrive at my house, Zayn follows close behind me to the front door. I open it knowing that I forgot to lock it when I left. Zayn follows me inside the house as he closes the door. I cross my arms in front of me turning around to face him. His lip looks bad, and it's going to start bleeding if he touches it.

"Go to the bathroom. I'm going to clean your lip up alright?" I state softly, watching as the older boy nods before walking past me towards the hallway bathroom. I walk towards the kitchen to grab an ice pack. I stand there for a moment, thinking things over. Should we stay friends or should I get back together with him and make everything alright again?

Shaking my head I turn around walking out of the kitchen door and towards the bathroom. When I walk in, I see Zayn sitting on the edge of the toilet his eyes on his hands. I clear my throat walking in handing him the frozen ice pack and a towel to wrap around it. He takes it from me pressing it against his jaw.

I stand in front of him before reaching behind him to the cabinet retrieving the bottle of peroxide and several cotton balls. I look down at him, to see his brown eyes already staring up at me. Even beaten up like this, he's still oh so beautiful. I twist open the bottle before pouring some of the cleaning liquid onto a cotton ball fixing him up. This is going to take some getting used to. Being friends.

Stacia

I sit outside on a bench. It's seventh block and honestly I'm tired of being here. Everyone is talking about Zayn and Esme. Some people think I'm bitchy for doing it and some people think I'm great for exposing him like that. It was easy to get the message like that. I did it because Zayn and Esme don't belong together. Those two are such a horrible couple, and Brayden never shuts up about them. He admitted though he kind of likes them together. Well before the whole fiasco of him hitting me up.

I feel a hand on my shoulder which causes me to turn my head. I'm met by the green eyes I've been accustomed too. Esme's best friend, Harry Styles. I went to him asking him if he wanted to be with Esme and he said yes of course so I told him my plan at first of course he was hesitant. Then he turned around and agreed with me.

     "Esme is miserable. Along with Zayn so I've heard." Harry says softly, taking a seat next to me. I lean back some my legs crossing. Finally, maybe Zayn will realize that he could have so much better. Like me for say.