CHAPTER 22
~Megan~
I looked over at the time and saw it was already 2pm. I quickly hurried back to the house and changed my clothes to something more casual. Then I took my phone from my bag and dialled Chase's number. He picked up in like two rings. "Sup Meg?" his voice sounded freaking hot. "I'm finished maybe we could hang out." "yeah sure, meet me at the park in 5 minutes." and then he hung up. I put on my cap and ran out the door. Soon I was in the park and there was no sign of Chase. I sat down to a bench and soon I heard him running to me out of breath. He stopped next to me and looked at me. I could see he was clearly checking me out (the outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=41131859) I wasn't wearing anything special though. Just a tank top with a hoodie and some black jeans. "Chase, Why are you breathing so heavily?" I asked him. "I'm out of breath." Clearly he has been running a lot. But he still looked hot as always. "So why'd you want to hang out with me?" He breathed a little more and then stood up normally "I just wanted to get to know you." "And what do you want to know about me?" "Everything, favorite colour, favorite music, we're you from, age, I don't know. Just tell me about you." After he finished he smiled to me. That gorgeous smile. "I'm from Germany, I'm 14 years old, my favorite colour is yellow and purple, my favorite type of music is rock and heavymetal and my favorite band is Queen." He looked at me with a shock and then managed to speak. "You're from Germany, how didn't I know that." "Because you aren't in my german lesson." "Say something in german, please." "what do you want to know." "tell me, my name is Megan, I'm 14 years old and i live in London." "okay, Ich heiße Megan, Ich bin vierzehn Jahre alt. Ich lebe in London." He looked at me and then smiled again. "You are so beautiful." And now he starts to work the charm. "I have a boyfriend and you know that." He looked a little sad. "I think I will go now." I stood up and started to walk away. "Wait, Megan!" Chase yelled behind me. I turned around and he ran to me. He just crashed his lips into mine without even saying anything. I slowly kissed back. Then I realized what I was doing. I pulled away and slapped him as hard as I could. And then I ran away from him. Back to my house.
~Zayn~
I've made a decision. It's good news. I'm not going to be breaking Harry and Megan up. They are too cut together and if someone found out that It was me then Megan would hate me. And it's better to be friends. Now i just have to focus more on Ariana. I picked my phone and called her. She soon picked up and I could hear her happy voice. "Hi Zayn." "Hi Ana, Hey do you wanna go out with me today." "When?" "I don't know, maybe now. If you aren't busy." "sure, meet me at the park in 15 minutes." And then she hung up. I changed to some normal clothes and walked out of the door. I got to the park and she walk already there looking really cute [http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14200000/Ariana-Grande-ariana-grande-14243785-1222-814.jpg ]. I walked up to her from behind and hugged her. I spinned her around and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. I still haven't kissed her correctly. You know, on the lips. I let her down and she hugged me back. I held her as close as I could. Then we went to a little restaurant. Well it was more of a coffee shop. I bought her a drink and a little cake. Well she wanted a cake. We ate for a while and then we walked out again. We have been goofing around for three hours straight. So now I'm sending her back home. We walked down the streets and finally I saw a house. It was hers since she walked to that dooe. "I had a great time with you Zayn." "yeah me too." "So, I'll see you later." "Wait!" I walked to her and slowly kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back and then pulled away. She smiled to me and then walked back inside. I walked away happy like a crazy person.
Once I got home everyone looked at me. "Why are you so happy, Zayn?" Louis asked me. "I kissed Ariana." They just cheered at me and I smiled. Now my life is good.
