Hate Turns To Lust (One Direction/ Zayn Malik Fanfic)

♪ Chapter 8 ♪

Chapter 8:

~Harry's P.O.V~

"What the f*ck?" I exclaimed as I saw something that would scar me for the rest of my life.

"OMG!" Aria yelled, while un-wrapping her legs from Zayn and getting off the counter.

"Hey..." Zayn said awkwardly his hand scratching the back of his head.

I just stared at the both of them still shocked from their state. I mean I knew they snogged once but did they have to have sex in the kitchen? This situation made things so much clearer. Aria didn't fancy me; she's had a thing with Zayn the whole time. They might've hated each other but they had some sort of relationship together. Aria only thought of me as a boy from a band, I wasn't even sure if she thought I was her friend.

"Well, this is awkward enough, I am leaving." Aria stated before leaving the kitchen.

"So Harry, what's up?" Zayn asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh nothing much. Just came back from a date to see you and Aria almost having sex." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, just forget about that." Zayn muttered.

"Okay whatever." I replied.

I made my way to my room not giving Zayn another glance and let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding. I chuckled and laid down on my bed. It was just yesterday when I thought I was starting to fall in love with Aria but everything just cleared up. Sure, Aria gave me a hot feeling but it was nothing compared to what I felt towards Irena.

What I just saw out there cleared my head for me and now I know that I wasn't using Irena. I actually fancied her and I was going to try my best to win her heart for real. I let out sigh and decided that I would check on Aria and have a chat with her.

~Aria's P.O.V~

I haven't blushed in a long time but this was so embarrassing, That I couldn't help but blush. I was just hoping the boys didn't see it as I zoomed off to my room. I sat down on my bed to think of what just happened. I think I had sex with Zayn more than twice, in one day and even made a deal with him. It's not that it was a bad deal because a girl has her needs and it's been so long since I've actually had sex. I got off my bed and decided I needed a shower. I stripped out of Zayn's shirt and went into the hot water. I rinsed myself down and soon enough I was done. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. Once I was done using the bathroom, I walked over to my walk in closet deciding what to wear, since it was already night.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I yelled.

"Harry." Harry's voice rang through the doors.

"Come in." I shouted.

I pulled my towel tighter and he walked in. I could tell he was in shock when he saw me in my towel but that soon turned into a smirk.

"Deciding what to wear?" Harry asked.

"Nope. I've just decided to stand here staring at my closet for no reason. It's quite obvious what I'm trying to do, right?" I asked sarcastically.

He nodded and me moved away from my closet where I've un-packed all my stuff. He rummaged through it a bit until he tossed me something to wear.

"What the?" I asked.

"Well you promised that I could choose your clothing for a week so here I am." He smiled innocently.

I took a look at the clothes and scowled at his options. Why did I not just kick him in the balls then and not have made a promise? I seriously didn't want to wear this but I gave him my word and I never break my word. I glared at him before stepping into the bathroom and putting it on, I looked in the mirror and dried my chocolate brown hair. I hated wearing tub tops and the fact that this one was bright pink pissed me off even more.