I Need You

Chapter 3

"So, love. Would you like to come over for a snack, and to possibly meet the lads?" Zayn offered.

Well that escalated quickly.

How? What? I can't. I'm not gonna be able to hold it in if I see... Harry. He obviously doesn't care for me, anymore. Should I accept? I barely can handle looking at Harry in a magazine. Yet, Zayn wants me to see him and the rest of the boys in real life? Oh, if only Zayn knew what happened between him and I...

I can't tell him. I didn't tell anyone. And I will forget. I will, I will.

"I can't. I'm sorry, Zayn." I say politely.

"Aw, love. Why not?" Zayn says sadly.

Great... Um..

"Uh. I'm just relly shy." I answered blankly. Wow, that's the best you can do Carly. Wow. *Invisible facepalm.*

"Oh. That's what you're worry about?" No.. "Don't mind them; they won't try to push you to say anything. You're a great girl really, I would love for you to meet them." Zayn explains, picking out every word carefully.

"I don't know..." I start.

"Please." Zayn begs.

"For me." Zayn pleaded, again..

How can I say no to a pop star?

Especially into those welcoming eyes.

"Fine, but I won't be long." I hushed.

Zayn got up to do a mini happy dance as I was laughing my head off at his what he calls them "amazayn dance moves."

We continued to discuss more random topics and then he started describing the rest of the band to me until it was time to go.

Ugh. I can't believe I'm going to meet the rest of 'One Direction' in like a few minutes.

We walked out the library and into Zayn's expensive mustang. I sent a quick text assuring my parents that I would be going to a 'friend's house.

Luckily, Zayn put on the radio.. This way, we couldn't really talk over the music, and fortunately, I was able to get my thoughts together.

I still can't believe I allowed myself to say yes to Zayn. I clearly wasn't thinking right at the time. I told myself repedetely that I won't ever convince myself to respond or talk to Harry again. Yet, hear I am, driving with Zayn to their home. Ohmergosh, their house must be huge, knowing that they are so rich and famous. But, wait they have tour soon, so this may be just some rented house, but hey I'm pretty sure it's gonna be humongous, either way.

Okay, back to my actual signifcant thoughts. What am I even supposed to say when I see Harry? We've met before, but Zayn doesn't know, no one probably knows. What if he talks to me like I'm just another fan (which I'm not really)? What if he doesn't even remember me? Will I be upset if he isn't there? Does he ever think about me?

This is once in a lifetime opportunity, I gotta remember that. I'll say the first thing that comes to mind when he and I 'meet'. And that'll be the end of that. What will be the odds of me seeing them again, besides on... televesion, the interent, magazines, newspapers, etc.?

I can do this, I can do this. I can handle this, I can handle this.

I kept on repeating that to myself until Zayn and I reached the door. That's when I really, really freaked out.

"Zayn, I don't think I can do this." I muttered terrified.

I was about to turn and leave, but Zayn helf me in place and made me face him.

"Love, there's nothing to be frightened around here.. Well, besides, management. Ohh." Zayn shivered for an effect causing me to half smile.

Zayn unlocked the door causing me to start hearing 'heys' and 'hellos' to Zayn.. until they saw me. I didn't look up yet. I was terrified to.

Niall greeted, "Hello, love. What's your name?"

"Um. Uh. Ah.. Carly. Carly Evans." I say quietly.

Niall started, "What a won-

"Carly?" Harry's voice interrupted.

And that's when I looked up at him.

He does remember me..

And just a full second after, everything collided on top of me, and my world went black.

*hAi!!! Seee, I told you guys this chapter would be better. Wait, until the next. ;) MUAHAHAHA. Okie, well don't know what else to say, so I guess, byee.*