**Harry's P.O.V**
What the hell just happened?
***FLASHBACK***
I stumbled up my lane way and tripped up the stairs, I fumbled with my keys before I finally got the door open.
I drunkenly closed the door behind me forgetting to lock it. I had just made it to the couch before I passed out.
I was awoken later by lips on mine. I never saw a face as I hopped up and chased the startled stranger out of my flat. All the while yelling about crazy fans and they stunts they pulled. Suddenly I found my self face first on my hard wood floor.
"God damn it." I yelled.
By the time I peeled myself off the floor and managed to get to the porch, the intruder somehow miraculously disappeared.
***FLASHBACK OVER***
I finally manged to get back to my couch but I couldn't help but wonder who the mystery kiss was from.
Was it Veronica? Was it some unhinged directioner who followed me home? Was it an ex girlfriend? My mind wouldn't allow me to sleep, it kept swimming with all the possible intruders.
I flicked the TV on and of course Veronica and I immediatly popped up on the screen. She was still the mystery girl to them.But to me she was the girl who somehow manged to claim my heart in this mess callled my life. Which isn't easy to do.
I think I'm might be ready to say those 3 words. But, is it too soon? How will she react? Will she say them back? Does she feel that way about me?
**Zayn's P.O.V**
I awoke in the morning with a feeling of weight on my shoulders. Then I remembered why.
I didn't confess everything to Harry last night instead I 'broke' into his flat (which wasn't hard to do) and kissed him while he was knocked out. Is that considered rape? I don't think it is.
"Shit Veronica what have you done?" I whispered to no one in particular. "What am I gonna do?"
I tumbled out of bed landing with a thud on the ground beside my bed. "Oww." I pouted.
I forced myself to get up. I quickly threw on some clothes, styled my hair, and grabbed my wallet. Who make breakfast when you can buy it? I grabbed my keys and sunnies and walked out the door.
I decided to drive today because I needed to clear my head. I drove to the nearest Starbucks (#whitegirl) and ordered a drink and some breakfast.
I then drove outside of the city and into some forest thing. I really just wanted to be alone and think. But, smart little me didn't see the no fuel for 50 miles and eventually I ran out of gas after 3 hours of driving.
"FUCK!" I yelled slamming my fist against the steering wheel. I pulled my phone out.
"Of course no fucking service." I cursed again. I climbed out of the car closing the door behind me with a thunderous slam. I paced up a hill holding my phone high in the air, hoping to get a bar of service.
When I finally got service I somehow forced myself to call Harry.
"Hello?" His manly voice caused shivers to run up and down my spine.
"Harry? It's Zayn."
"Oh hi." Was his pathetic greeting.
"Harry I ran outta gas I need you to come get me please."
"Get one of the other boys to do it. I'm not in the mood."
"Harry please. I need you." Damn the sounded sexual.
"Why?"
"I can tell you who was in your apartment last night." I surprised myself by telling him this.
"What? How do you know about that?"
"I'll explain later. But I need you to come get me. And bring a toe-truck too."
"Ok. Where are you?"
"I'll text you." And with those words I hung up then found sending him the address of where I was.
He replied with ' Why the fuck are you all the way up there?'
'Long story. I'll explain later please hurry.'
"Ok but toe truck can't get your car till next week.'
'Shit. That's fine.'
'Ok, be there a.s.a.p'
I sighed and settle in my car for a nice nap. "I guess I'm gonna be here for a while." I spoke softly.
I dozed off within the next 10 minutes.
**Harry's P.O.V**
How the hell does Zayn know about last night? Was the only thing I could think of on the 3 hour drive to get him.
How else would he know unless it was him?!?
'You have a lot of explaining to do.' I quickly texted him before flickering my eyes back to the road.
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Veronica A.K.A Zayn Malik.
FanfictionWhat happens when teen heart throb Harry Styles falls madly in love with Veronica the sexy assistant? Is Veronica really who 'she' said she was? Rated PG/13. Contains mature lanuage, sexual content, and some material may be inappropriate for childre...
