Stole My Heart

Chapter Thirteen

So for the long wait, enjoy!

-Katie xo

Chapter thirteen

Melody's POV

I waved good bye to Zayn and shut my front door, he had me dropped off on his way to the studio, I didn't feel like walking to my bed room so I crashed down on the couch. I had slept at Zayn's house last night because I hasn't feel good, to be honest I still didn't feel good but I didn't want to be around Zayn today, I felt broken hearted by what he had said. 'That's what friends are for' . . .friends, that's all we were and nothing would change his mind. I rested my head on one of the cushions of the couch and let the tears fall down my face, I thought Zayn actually had feelings for me but I guess I was wrong, perhaps he just kissed me because he thought he did not because he did like me.

I curled up on the couch a just let the tears fall, it was early morning and even though I wasn't tired I was going to make my self sleep, I was tired of all the feelings I was bottling up inside me. I just wanted them all to go away forever, I wanted to forget this whole situation I'm in, I wanted things to go back to the way they were before Zayn had kissed me. I closed my eyes and slowly started to fall asleep, I was going to tell Harry to forget the whole plan, it wasn't ever going to work out. The tears were still streaming down my face slowly, they gave little comfort as I finally fell asleep, the only thing on my mind being Zayn.

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Zayn's POV

I walked into the studio and spotted the boys who were having a conversation and didn't notice I came in, they looked up at me when I closed the door and fell silent, they just looked at me for a few moments before awkwardly pretending they were have a discussion about something. Or should I say about me, they wouldn't have stopped talking unless they didn't want me to hear what they were saying, I rolled my eyes slightly and sat down in the chair waiting to get started. I took out my iPhone and unlocked it not really having any idea of what to do so I clicked on my texts, there were a few new ones but I ignored them and kept scrolling, I was hoping for a text from Melody but there wasn't one.

We spent the rest of the day recording and avoiding each other, when ever we would talk it would be quick, short, and bunt about it, I didn't need to talk with them if they were gonna be like that. At about eight o'clock we were getting ready to head off when they started whisper, it sounded more like an argument more then anything, I put my phone in my pocket and started to head out when Louis said mine and Melody's names. I stopped in my tracks and looked at them, they all froze and looked at me a little worried, so they had been talking about me and apparently Melody as well. I stood and watched them as the looked at each other awkwardly not know what to say, Harry cleared his throat but didn't speak, finally it was Niall who spoke up but he didn't sound happy.

"We think you need to tell Mel the truth" he said frowning slightly "before her heart breaks anymore."

I felt my own heart begin to break "What do you mean?"

Harry scoffed "This is what I was trying to tell you last night! She's in love with you!"

My rose in my chest when he said that, did he really mean that then? Did Melody actually love me? My heart started to sink again, if she did I've be horrible to her and I didn't mean to, she probably hate me right now and that's why she had t texted like she said. How long had she been in love with me? Why didn't she just say something to me? She had always been able to tell me what was wrong but lately she didn't talk to me about anything, or maybe it was because I had stopped asking her, I had been so busy I had realised the drift between me and Melody. There must be a way I can fix all of this, I could try and explain myself but that never seems to work out, if I was gonna fix all of this then I was going to need the boy's help. Which might turn out great or go horribly wrong in every way, I'm not saying it would but it's a possibility, you never can tell what they would have planned.