I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way...

You're Not My Boyfriend

I WILL FINISH THIS BOOK EVEN IF IT KILLS ME!!!!! THANKS FOR STICKING AROUND GUYS! I actually have the whole book written up but it was written in like january 2013 so i have to go through it all UGH btw if you havent read the whole book then youll definitley get confused by this chapter, i need you to read the chapter 'Meeting Jenna' before you understand this sorrrryy :))))))))))

Zayn POV

"And reach, and reach, and reach, and reach, you're doing great!"

The trainer lady on Ariana's fitness dvd yelled out a few more words of encouragement. I watched Ariana - her face dead set on the TV screen and sweat was running down her forehead as she followed the workout. I was leaning against the doorway of her bedroom, she had no idea I was there.

It had been two weeks since the incident, and the house had been cleared up. Jai had been called back to Australia for some promotional shit to do with the Janoskians and Ariana had a well earned break. 

Soon the workout had finished and as the sound cut off from the TV, the sound of Ariana's heavy breathing took over.

"Nice moves." I joked, standing up straight and letting my arms drop to my sides.

Her head shot around so fast I'm surprised she didn't faint of dizziness.

"Zayn? What the hell are you doing?" She furrowed her eyebrows and she started to frown.

I shrugged, "Watching you work out." I said with a cheeky grin.

Ariana rolled her eyes. "Look, just go away while I get dressed and stop sweating like an animal."

"Animal's sweat? Never knew that." I said.

Ariana gave me a look. "Give me some privacy, Zayn."

I groaned. "You're only getting changed. You didn't mind taking your clothes off in front of me two weeks ago. Or last week. Or Tuesday night."

Ariana shook her head. "That was different, Zayn!" She grabbed her bath towel. "I'm all disgusting and worn out now! I need to have a shower." She walked into the bathroom but before she went in she turned around.

"You're not my boyfriend, Zayn. Remember that."

Harry POV

Zayn clambered down the stairs about an hour after he'd went up them. And from the look on his face, he wasn't happy.

"Everything alright?" I asked.

"No."

He grabbed an apple before walking into the sitting room.

Liz was in the kitchen with me aswell, so she'd just seen what happened. She got up and motioned that I should, too.

The rest of the boys had gone back to Canada as soon as things were sorted out here, so for a week It'd been just me, Liz, Zayn and Ariana.

When Liz and I walked into the sitting room, the first thing Zayn said was, "What do you two want?"

"I want to know what's up with my best friend." I sat down on the couch next to him, ushering Liz over too.

Zayn shrugged. "Dunno, mate." He rubbed his neck. "Well, I do actually. Want to know what Ariana just said to me?"

"What?"

"You're not my boyfriend Zayn," He said, he looked hurt.

"Well... technically, you aren't. And she doesn't like you," That was Liz's input to the situation.

"But, you can be." I tried to reassure him, shooting evils at Liz.

"How? She's engaged for fuck sake!" Zayn looked at Liz. "You forgot to mention that to me, didn't you?"