The day we met (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 8 "Complicated feelings"

     "You're not gonna eat that, are you?", Harry said to me, looking a bit grossed out.

"Oh come on Harry, I've only known her for two weeks and I know she's going to eat it", Portia butted in from across the table. "Would you both chill out, not because she dropped the bottle of ketchup all over her pancakes, doesn't mean she should throw it into the bin", Niall said defensing me, "THANK YOU Niall", I excalimed.

"Oh my God", Harry mumbled as he saw me eating my 'ruined' pancakes and looked like he's about to throw up all of his breakfast. "Do I look gross?", I laughed and wiggled my eyes at Harry knowing that he's actually going to be sick. "I can't even look at you the same way anymore", he replied shaking his head at the ground.

A few minutes after we all finished our breakfast, Liam waved to the waiter so we could pay for our food and leave. "Leaving already?", The cute waiter said as he locked eyes on me,

"You weren't expecting us to spend our whole day in your little cafe, were you?", I mockingly answered.

"Well, no .. but you forgot your coffee", He said as he slipped a paper cup of coffee on the table infront of me. "She didn't ever order coffee", Zayn frowned at him and said defensively.

"Yea, it's on the house", He winked at me and left. I couldn't help but laugh at Zayn's reaction, he looked pissed for some reason, I noticed he was reading something on the back of the cup so I flipped it over and found a phone number with a 'Ronan and x' on the bottom. 

"That is the tackiest way ever to ask a girl out", Zayn said as we all stood up and ready to leave. "I think it's cute", Portia said as she smiled at me. "I think it's cute too", I repeated Portia and took my tongue out at Zayn. Why was he so annoyed? he looked like a jealous brother not wanting his sister to be touched or looked at, I mean, we did have that kind of friendship but since when did he say anything about who I go and not go out with.

   Zayn's P.O.V

     We all finished eating, it only took a few minutes but seemed like hours as we had to watch Ivy and Niall devour in her pancakes with ketchup, who does that anyway? but I thought it was cute, my two care-free friends just doing their thing.

We ordered the bill and our douchebag waiter who was staring at Ivy the whole time we were here showed up at our table. "Leaving already?", he said as he continued to stare at her, how rude? what if one of us was her boyfriend? could he be this much of a jerk?

"You weren't expecting us to spend our whole day in your little cafe, were you?", Ivy replied to him, she didn't look too annoyed but I was. "Well, no .. but you forgot your coffee", he said as he placed a paper cup of coffee infront of her, "She didn't ever order coffee", I frowned at him, he was getting on my last nerve.

"Yea, it's on the house", he flatly said then he just winked at her and left, could he be anymore annoying? I think not, I was sitting across the table from her and couldn't help but see that he left his phone number on the cup with his name on it, is he kidding me? She'll never call him, not like that. I told her it was tacky but seems like nobody agreed with me, which got me more annoyed.

                                                                             

"Harry, get off of me, I am NOT apologising", I heard someone yell as I made my way into Ivy's kitchen. "You're not going to be free until you say you're sorry", Harry yelled back as he was literally tackling her, he had an arm around Ivy's neck and the other wrapped around her arms while she was sitting on the kitchen's stool, they looked like they were having a sumo fight.

"What did you do?", I chuckled as I looked at Ivy. 

"I (accidently) threw the phone across his face", She said, laughing. "Not my fault that you don't have a normal reflex", she continued as she yelled at Harry trying to wiggle out of his grip.

"Normal Reflex my ass, I could have lost an eye", He yelled so loud that caused a little crack in his voice which made us all roll on the floor laughing.

"I'll settle with (Harry, you're so hot and I love you)", He said with a more calming voice. "FINE", Ivy yelled angirly. "Harry you're bla and I love bla bla", she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Say it properly", he yelled as he tighned his grip around her neck. "AHH Harry you're so hot and I love youuuu", She said, not to comfort him but probably out of pain.

    Ivy's P.O.V

He finally let go of me, I felt like my neck is about to fall off my body and roll down the hall, they all left the kitchen while I was devouring my orange,

"Do you ever stop eating?", Ella said as she walked into the kitchen taking a seat on the stool infront of mine, "Do you ever stop complaining?", I teased back, she just rolled her eyes at me, chuckling.

"Since we're finally alone", I said and narrowed my eyes at her, "Am I in trouble?", she said trying to act like she's worried. "A little bit", I teased, "Why did you bring up Connor infront of Portia?", I asked with a bit of whisper sounding a bit more serious now but cautious not let anyone eavesdrops, "I mean she's nice and all but I'm not ready to share my past with her".

"I'm sorry, it just slipped out", She looked at me with an apologetic look. "It was true though", she continued.

"Yes it was true, but it's different, Connor broke up with me because he didn't believe me .. I didn't want Portia to just break up with Zayn as well because of our friendship, Zayn really likes her and I'm persistent to not ruin any more relationsips because of this stupid thing that is made up out of nowhere".

"You're still not admitting it, are you?", she looked at me with worried eyes.

"Ella, I don't have feelings for Zayn"

"That's what you've been saying for the last 12 months"

"And I mean it"

"No you don't, you might fool yourself but I know you well enough not to be fooled"

"Ella drop it", I whispered/yelled as I stood up getting annoyed.

"Ivy I'm sorry, I didn't mean to annoy you but just hear me out on this one", she stood up and followed me holding my shoulders in comfort, "Don't keep feelings bottled up inside of you and then regret not letting them out later, love is love, we're in no control over it", she gave me a reassuring look, hugged me and just headed to the living room.

I took a seat back on the island, gazing through the window thinking of what Ella just said to me. Did I really love Zayn? I spent a lot of days trying to get over my feelings for him and but I thought I succeeded .. Have I not? probably only time would tell.