Garden Boy

Chapter 11

Selena POV

But not until the door opens wide....

"WOAH! OH SHIT! WOAH!"

"Harry!" I shouted at the curly haired boy, his eyes widen and jaw slightly dropped open with his arms raised up in the air.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I just needed m-my c-coat" Harry stuttered, still shocked due to the fact I was having a make out session with our gardener.

Zayn sighs, grabbing his coat before handing it over to him. Harry takes his coat, giving us a small smile and nervous chuckle while Zayn stares at him coldly.

"I uh, I'll just go"

"Yeah...." Zayn blurts out, a hint of frustration in his voice, intensely glaring at Harry. He quickly nods and walks out before closing the behind him.

No, this can't happen.
I can't do this, especially since I'm with Liam.

"Zayn, stop" I stopped him from leaning in, his hazel eyes looking at me with hurt and confusion.

"I can't do this, I'm engaged"

"Why are you even with him?"

"W-What?"

"Why are you with Liam if you don't even love him?" He asked, grabbing my arms as he looks at me with pure jealously and annoyance.

How does he know that?

"I-I do love Liam...."

"But not the way you're attended to, I can see it in your eyes and actions around him. You don't love him, and yet, you're marrying him"

"He's a good guy....."

"But you don't love him! I'm pretty sure your mother was the one that arranged this engagement. You don't have any say to anything, you're just her puppet" Zayn shakes his head, I looked down at the ground ashamed due to that fact that I'm letting my own mother take control of MY life.

And honestly, it's really like that. I am my mother's puppet.

Zayn cups both my cheeks with his hands, lifting my head up to look at him which I did.

"Why are you doing this to me? You can't fancy me, or like me, or however you British people say it"

"I do fancy you, I'm just so interested in you that you got me to the point of thinking about you every minute of every day. Why can't you see that?"

"Because, Zayn"

"Because what?....Because I'm poor?"
I sighed, looking down at my hands as I stood there silent with his eyes still staring right at me.

"It is because I'm poor, isn't it?" Zayn asked, nodding as he bites his bottom lip.

"Zayn-"

"No, forget it. Niall was right"

"Niall who? What about him?"

"That wealthy people are heartless, that all they do care about is money. But of course, me being the blinded 'good for nothing', like always, has to fall for someone who cares about marrying a man just for his wealthy background"

"That's not true"

"Oh it is, I should of known that all wealthy people are the same. And you're the perfect example why" he said, pulling away from me as he exits out of the closet.

"Zayn, wait!" I ran out after the tan British boy, not leaving him out of my sight at any chance.

"Zayn, please let me explain!"