All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 25

I stood there paralysed, unable to register everything that had happened in that moment.

Niall was suddenly by my side, asking me if I was okay.

I felt strange when he asked that question, as regardless to the dispute, I felt odd because the cause was about me.

"Yes, I'm fine," I lied, and looked down at my feet, knowing that my facial expressions were bound to have betrayed me.

"Don't worry luv, them two have been at each other's tails a lot recently," he mumbled as he slurped the last of his noodles.

His words puzzled me. Have Zayn and Harry truly been fighting a lot recently? What could possibly had made them do so? Of course, an answer to that was already swirling in my mind, but I refused to linger on it.

I mean, why would they be fighting over me?

Harry doesn't even know me, I thought. I truly doubted Zayn spoke about me to his friends. However, he had mentioned that he had already done so, but it couldn't have possibly triggered somekind of hate from his bandmate Harry Styles.

My memories suddenly travelled to the day of the concert. Both concerts. The way Harry was staring at me was now making me worried.

I'm nothing special, I thought. It's definitely not about me.

I was certainly just overthinking everything again, but the thoughts wouldn't leave my head. No matter how hard I tried to rid them.

"It's getting late anyway, I've got to take her home," Zayn's words quickly crashed my thougths away as he spoke to Louis. He was by my side immidiately, and I caught the apologetic look behind his eyes of telling me how sorry he was about what had just happened.

Niall, stepped away and quickly muttered, "See yer soon, Dion. Sorry yer had ter go so early,-"

"Enough Niall," Zayn cut him off not rudely but rather sounding defeated.

He then stood in front of me and looked into my eyes.

"You okay?" He said lowly, his voice broke as he took in my expression. He rose a shaky hand to caress my cheek and offered me a small smile. I could see that it pained him to see me so perplexed.

I nodded, as his fingers lingered on my cheek a moment more, before bringing it down to his side.

"I'm okay," I reassured him, as I saw the look of concern he was still giving me. He nodded and I noticed his features had taken a saddening look to them, and I decided to look away not wanting him to notice that I was in fact very far from okay.

However, what I felt next were his soft lips against my forehead as he planted a small kiss there.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled against my skin as he reached for my hand and squeezed it gently. I noticed that he didn't want to squeeze too hard knowing that he had already hurt me with the gesture before.

"Take me home please," I said softly as I pulled my hand away, keeping my eyes on my feet.

"Of course," He said, and I caught the tone of regret in his words. I still felt his eyes on me, his heavy gaze sending goosebumps up my arms, and I wrapped my arms around me trying to keep from looking up at him.

"Of course," He mumbled again, to himself this time as he turned away. His words sounded hurt and the way he said his goodbyes to Louis and Niall, sounded like he were falling apart.

I waved goodbye to Louis, glad he didn't say anything else on the matter and smiled back to Niall, as I followed Zayn out of the room.

As Zayn shut the door, he waited there for a moment, his eyes wanting to meet mine.

"I really don't want you to think badly of me because of this," his words sounded shaky, and I knew it mealt a great deal for him to say them to me. "I really like you, Dion and I am so sorry about what happened inside," He took a step towards me, and I saw how sorry he was then. His eyes were vulnerable and as he looked at me; those eyes that only noticed me and nothing else. His cheek bones were tensed as his lips were pressed together, forming a small thin line.

I slowly looked up to his eyes, and I saw how desperately he wanted me to accept his apology. That was the only thing that mattered to him.

I felt a warm feeling radiate from my chest to the rest of my body, as I nodded understandingly.  I had completely ignored the fact that he had just stated that he really liked me, until his hands were cupping my cheeks and titling my head to him.

"Are you really okay?" He whispered, his hot breath tingling my face as he searched for the truth in my eyes.

The only thing my mind was thinking about was that he really liked me. I mean, he had mentioned that he really did so. His touch and those words were sending my head into turmoil with thoughts and my stomach flipping with butterflies I couldn't control.

I was frozen in that moment, and had forgotten about the dispute that had so recently happened.

The soft peck of his lips on mine, were enough to send that cageful of butterflies loose to spread across all my body. I felt the tenderness of his lips as he begged for a response. It was like he was searching for my answer with that kiss.

I felt how hard it was for him to pull away, as the response never came to him. I was so caught up in the moment, to know what to do. It wasn't an intentional move whatsoever, yet as I looked up at Zayn, I saw he had taken it as one.

He lowered his eyes, embarrassed and damaged by my lack of response.

"Zayn-" I knew I had to do this.

I rushed towards him and pressed my lips hard against his. His entire defeat and vulnerability to the situation was making me tear to pieces. The fact that I truly meant a great deal to him, flattered me and overwhelmed me.

This was a guy who found it hard to express his feelings, but knew that when situations arose to when he needed to express them, he'd do it. He was new to this, like me. He didn't know how to act, and neither did I.

Perhaps if I was in his shoes, I would have had a go at Harry too.

The look of his eyes, meant so much to me. I couldn't let this guy crumble.

He was desperate for acceptance. The dispute mattered less the more feeling he put in the kiss. I was soon, forgetting the entire moment.

I knew I had never felt like this before, and this was completely unlike myself. Yet, I knew I had to do this; for his sake.

However, it was what I wanted. I had to show Zayn how I felt. The realisation hit me like a truck.

I actually felt something for him.

His tongue set my body on fire, as he laced it against mine. His hands were gently curved around my waist, pressing my body to his. I felt the small vibration of hitting the door travel from his body to mine, yet our lips were still moving insync.

I felt the happiness of kissing him radiate from his mouth, as he smiled against mine. He placed his hand on top of mine as I cupped his cheek, and then brought it in between our kiss to kiss my palm.

"Thank you," I heard him mumble as I nodded understandingly.

He was lowering his other hand from my waist down to my thigh and bringing it up to wrap around his waist, when the door opened.

We were both not expecting that, and so Zayn fell on the floor and brought me down with him.

"Oh dear," Louis' voice was the last thing I heard before my head banged hard against Zayn's chin and my surroundings turned into blackness.