The Wrong Number {A One Direction Fan-fiction}

Chapter Seventeen

Hey y'all.

Well, that took me forever to upload...

But yeah. Most of you already know that I altered the story a little bit so that all the secrets would come out early. :) All because you guys got this story to my goal which was 10,000+ reads! I love you all, you're so amazing. And I added a special surprise... ;)

I guess that's it for now, so enjoy!!

~Sophia

Chapter Seventeen

Zayn rolled off of me and stood to his feet. I sat up and saw everyone staring and the both of us. I glanced at Misty. She was whispering something to Niall with a smile on her face. Why was she happy? Her boyfriend just kissed me. I would be mad. Unless it was Harry. So wait, maybe she doesn't even him. Just like Harry and I.

I turned my head and saw Zayn's hand reaching down, offering to help me up. I grasped it and pulled myself up.

"Well," I coughed.

Zayn chuckled. "Yeah..."

Awkward...

I looked down and realized that the soccer ball was next to my feet. Trying to ignore what had just happened, I kicked the ball over to Niall. He didn't move an inch. It hit his foot, but he remained staring and whispering with Misty. What were they talking about?

I again looked at Zayn, who had been staring at me also. Did I do something? I looked around my body, checking to see if I had something on me. But there was nothing.

I then turned to look at Harry. He was staring at me with his sparkling eyes, which looked somewhat sad. Damn it. He sighed and turned to whisper something to Liam.

Louis was staring at me with the weirdest look. Probably because the last time he saw me, I was on a 'date' with Harry.

"I- Uh, um... I think I'm done with soccer for now..." I stammered. I walked over to the sideline. "Danielle, let's go back."

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I folded my last shirt and stuffed it into my suitcase. I sighed as I zipped it closed.

I really didn't want to leave, but then again I did. So much drama occurred duringthe trip, and I couldn't wait to get back to Michigan. But now... Now it seems as if everything is okay. I want to stay in London. Go sight seeing, maybe. I don't know what it was, but something was pulling me not to leave.

The door crept open and in stepped Misty. "Hey."

"Hi."

I was still surprised. After Zayn and I kissed, she still seemed normal. Happy, even. It was confusing...

"We're leaving tomorrow... It sucks," she said.

I nodded in agreement. "But we don't have to be at the airport until 3:00."

"True."

"So, uh," I said, "what's going to happen between you and Zayn?"

Misty smirked. "That's what I wanted to talk about."

Why was she happy?! God, she was just so confusing...

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Harry and you... You guys, uh..." Misty stammered.

"We broke up," I helped her.

"Okay. Well then I can tell you."

I was puzzled. "Tell me what?"