two sides

28 » Miranda Parker

[EDITED]

Zayn

I and Harry decided to go visit the uni library. But Harry said that he may be a bit late since he had to go meet Niall.

Currently, I was sitting on one of the chairs, completely engrossed in a book.

I heard the chair in front of me rattle and a body plopping down on it.

"Hey, Haz, you're finally he-" I stopped when I saw who it was. Instead of my beautiful boyfriend it was the last person I wanted to see.

Miranda Parker.

"What do you want now, Miranda?" I glared at her. I honestly hate her to guts. She knows I've a boyfriend whom I love very much but she still flirts with me and tries to get in my pants. The definition of a slut if you ask me.

"C'mon babe, I know you want me" she said, trailing one of her fingers down my chest.

"Miranda, stop!" I growled as she sat on my lap, trying to push her off of my lap but her grip was strong.

"Your boyfriend doesn't have to know this"

"Miranda, I said stop!" I yelled. I was utterly and completely disgusted by her now. And now I regreted taking a deserted corner of the massive library.

"He said stop! So that means stop!" A deep voice rung through the air.

I gulped. It was Harry's voice. And he didn't sound happy at all. On second thought, who would be happy seeing their boyfriend with a slut on his lap?

Miranda got off of my lap and glared at Harry.

"And who are you to interrupt mine and my boyfriend's sweet time"

"And who are you to call my boyfriend yours?!" Harry seethed, glaring heatedly at the girl. He was literally shaking.

"So you are Zayn's boyfriend?" Miranda said, looking at Harry up and down in distaste "I think Zayn could do better"

"Okay! What the fuck is your problem?!" I snapped. I have had enough. Who is this girl to come and insult my boyfriend? "I have a boyfriend and I love him very much! I don't like you and never will! Get this to your thick skull! Let's go, Harry!"

I grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the library, leaving Miranda standing there in shock.

***

"Zayn," Harry said once we reached to the safety of our dorm room.

"Yeah?" I asked, wrapping my hands around his waist and pulling him close.

"Thank you" Harry said, resting his head on my chest [A/N : Let's just imagine that Harry is shorter than Zayn by a few inches in this story, OK?]

"Thank you?" I asked, looking at him in confusion "For what?"

"For defending me back there" Harry said "It means a lot"

"Of course, I would, silly. You're my boyfriend and I love you more than anything" I said, pecking his forehead.

"Still..." Harry bit his lips and furrowed his eyebrows, cutely, like he does when he is in deep thought.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Uh, Zayn, can you do something for me?" Harry asked, looking down with a blush, not making eye contact with me.

"Of course, sweetheart" I said "Anything. What do you want me do?"

"Zayn..." Harry's blush darkened if possible and he lifted his head, looking at me dead in the eye "Make love to me"