Living with the Styles.

Chapter 24

 ‘I love you Harry…’ She say and turned out and hobbled to her room, leaving me sat lifeless on our… my bed.

2 WEEKS LATER.

PIPER’S POV:

Harry and I hardly spoke after that night; things were very awkward between us, just like I didn’t want it to be like. I was finally off my crutches and I’ll be able to walk in heels by Friday! I won’t be able to do sport for another week, but I’m not fussed, the only sports I like are surfing and were nowhere near a beach. Plus the waves aren’t big like Australia. I missed Australia, I’ve been in Homes Chapel for 6 weeks and I feel so Home Sick. Zayn’s been with me a lot, we’ve become quite good friends, and I’ve sort of got a crush on him. Not like when I liked Harry, nowhere near, but he’s so down to earth and gorgeous. Zayn and I spent loads of time together and I think he likes me back, but I’m not sure. We sit on Harry’s table, but Harry and I make no contact at all, even though I can feel his stare on me a lot. Anyway, the boys came over for dinner. We all sat in the living room. Zayn and I sat on the small arm chair while the others cramped on the three seated.

‘Hey, you can sit on my lap. This is quite uncomfortable.’ Zayn whispered, making me giggle. I nodded and got up to sit on his lap.

 I saw Harry watch us out of the corner of his eye, his fist clenching. I sighed and rested my head into Zayn’s neck. Zayn didn’t notice Harry was staring and he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and rested his head on mine. I felt safe in Zayn’s arms, but not as safe as when I was in Harry’s. I yawned and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands.

‘Are you tired Piper?’ Zayn asked. I nodded and Zayn immediately stood up, me still in his arms.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked a little more awake than I was.

‘Taking you to your room, sleepy head.’ He laughed, carrying me bridal style. The boys all turned to look at us as Zayn carried me off to my room. I heard a crash and something fall to the ground as we got to the top of the stair case.

‘You know, I am capable to walk.’ I giggled, my head resting on his chest.

‘Yea, but I wanted to carry you.’ He told me. He opened the door and rested me on the bed. ‘I’ll come up and see you later.’ He was about to leave but I sat up and grabbed his hand.

‘Wait, Zayn.’ He turned to face me. ‘Stay with me?’ I asked, hoping he wouldn’t leave. He smiled hugely and nodded. I moved over and he joined me on my bed. He wrapped his strong around me again and I snuggled into his chest. Although it didn’t feel as good as it was with Harry, he was still so gorgeous.

‘Piper? Will… you… Erm…go out with me?’ He asked, he was nervous, which made him even cuter.

‘Yes.’ I looked up at him face, he was beaming and a smile broke out on his lips. His eyes flicked from mine to my lips. I sat up and my eyes travelled to his lips. He brought his hand to my face and brushed a strand of my long, hair. I looked back into his chocolate brown eyes as his face moved closer to mine. Our lips inches from each other. I breathed in his scent.

He smelt good, nothing like Harry. Harry smelt like peppermint, which I love. Wait, Zayn was seconds from kissing me and I was thinking about Harry.

Piper, stop! Harry and you are over! You like Zayn!

I kept telling myself that as Zayn’s lips touched mine. Our lips moved in sync as Zayn’s hand travelled down my tiny figure and stop at the bottom of my waist. It wasn’t anything like I was expecting. It wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be. It felt nothing like when I kiss Harry. I feel sparks and fireworks with Harry.

OH MY GOD Piper, stop thinking about Harry. You Like Zayn, Harry hurt you. FORGET ABOUT HIM.

Zayn noticed that I wasn’t feeling it and stop the kiss. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

‘You still love Harry, don’t you?’ He asked, looking at me with sad eyes. I sighed and nodded. ‘Go to him, he loves you too.’ He smiled weakly. I could see he was upset and I felt so bad.

‘I’m sorry. I thought I was over him. I’m sorry Zayn. I really do like you, it’s just I love Harry.’ I felt tears roll down my face as he stood up. I pulled him down and kissed his cheek before he left the room. I sat on my bed, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

(A/N: Don't forget to check out 'Cimorelli' if you already don't. Video on the side on their cover of 'Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson. (If you don't want to watch the introduction then skip to 0:54.) I based Piper's look on Lisa Cimorelli. Check the out, they're amazing!)