All For The Cameras (Zariana)

Chapter 10

ARIANA

I don't know how or why it happened, all I know is it shouldn't have.

Well maybe you should have thought that before you went off, got drunk and made out with Harry, a voice in my head reminds me. She's a real bitch sometimes.

It was the after party at the BRITs, and after the boys won all four awards they were nominated for, Zayn, Louis, and Liam all disappeared, leaving me with Harry and Niall. Niall then decided he wanted to try and hit on one of the hot blonde interviewer, "Good luck," Harry chuckled, as Niall waved, and walked off leaving us alone.

Harry and I had never really talked much before, but in the past, the very few, short conversations we had, were nice, he was a sweet guy.

"Well I'm gonna go over to the bar and have a drink, would you like to join?" Harry offered.

It wasn't like I knew anyone else here, so Harry was really the only person I had to talk to. Plus, what would a couple drinks do?

A fucking lot. That's what.

We were both drunk as hell, and had ended up getting the limo to drive us home, first at Zayn and I's and then to his.

The car ride consisted of laughter, terrible, terrible, jokes, and worst of all, making out. Not even a kiss, it was a full on make out session by the time me and Harry had arrived at my house, that being the only thing stopping us from going even further, and hell I was glad.

Now I'm laying here, with a massive headache, along with a terrible hangover.

The only thing on my mind was the boy with the black hair and caramel colored eyes laying next to me, deep in sleep.

Today I had agreed to accompany Zayn to Jimmy Kimmel, where I would see Harry, and I was glad. I needed to talk to him about last night. I couldn't have Zayn, or anyone for that matter, finding out. It was a drunk mistake, that's all.

I felt Zayn start to stir next to me and he looked at me, and smiled.

"Hey," He said, his voice heavy with sleep, but no sign of a hangover, "I was going to talk to you last night but you wouldn't wake up. Too much to drink?"

He was smiling and joking, but if only he knew.

Attempting a smile, I replied, "Yeah, me and Harry had little to much to drink last night and when he decided we'd had to much, he had the limo drive us home. I was going to wait for you but you weren't there, sorry."

"No problem, as long as you got home safe," He was honestly way to happy. Or maybe I was to miserable.

But either way, his smile was freaking adorable.

"Well, get dressed and ready, because we need to leave in two hours," He told me, getting out of bed, "Im making coffee, would you like one?"

I looked up at him smiling, "Ice and sugar."

***

When we arrived, I saw Harry and knew that I needed to talk to him, and that now would be my only chance.

"Excuse me," I said to Zayn, who was currently getting his hair done.

"Okay, do you remember where to go, incase you're not back before we go on?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Okay, bye," He smiled and waved, and I did the same back, and walked over to where Harry was standing with Niall.

I need to talk to Harry, and make sure he doesn't tell Zayn, because honestly I can't let that effect Zayn's growing trust for me.

I walked up to harry and dragged him out the room to a janitors closet near by.

"What the fu-" he tried to yell but I put my hand over his mouth and shushed him, I really needed to talk to him without anyone hearing.

I started practically begging, "Harry, last night meant nothing okay, I was drunk, really drunk and didn't know what I was doing okay. It just happened. I'm sorry we kissed-" I was suddenly cut off by the one person I was hoping not to see.

Zayn.

ZAYN

I walked over to the room I left Harry and Niall in.

"Hey, do you know where Harry is? I can't find him," Niall asked.

"No, but I was just looking for Ariana, I can't find her either, I'll let you know if I find Harry," I told him and walked out the room.

I looked through all The rooms and walked past the janitors closet and heard talking.

Curiously, I stopped and listened.

"What the fu-" I heard Harry's voice try to yell but was cut off by what sounded like a hand being placed over his mouth, I assume it was Ariana's because the next voice I heard belonged to her.

I heard her voice practically begging, "Harry, last night meant nothing okay, I was drunk, really drunk and didn't know what I was doing okay. It just happened. I'm sorry we kissed-"

Kissed.

Without thinking, I opened the door, cutting her off.

I didn't know exactly what I was going to say, I hadn't been thinking when I opened the door, to blinded by the fact that Ariana apparently kissed Harry.

"Zayn -" Harry started but I'd cut him off.

"We're on in 5 minutes. Lets go." That was all I said before I walked away. I couldn't say anything else. I was physically incapable of forming anymore words.

***

The interview was short, Ariana surprisingly wasn't mentioned, which I was grateful for, and I wasn't really addressed.

Thank God.

After it was over, both Harry and Ariana came up to me and tried to explain and I don't know if it was because I actually trusted her or that I was developing feelings and I prayed that it wasn't that.

"Stop. Please. We'll talk about it when we get home." I told them, and grabbed Ariana by her hand, "Lets go."

When we got home, the second we walked in the door Ariana was already basically on her knees begging forgiveness and trying to explain.

"You know what? I don't care. I really truly, honestly don't care. You're not my girlfriend. Im not your boyfriend, who cares if you're kissing Harry. The media, management maybe, but sure as hell not me." I finished, even though I didn't mean any of it. I cared. I cared so fucking much. I thought she was different I thought I cared about her, but that's just how life works I guess. I can't ever be happy.

"Zayn!" She yelled, she looked more pissed off than I did, "Obviously you heard me and Harry's conversation, and I'm guessing that you heard me say we were drunk, you left Harry was the only person I had to talk to! And I know that we aren't a 'thing' I know we aren't 'dating' but I know you care about me. Maybe you care about me like a brother cares about a sister, or how a best friend cares for their best friend, I know that I care about you, I don't care about you like you cared for Perrie, but I care for your feelings, and I know that me kissing him hurt you. I know you care."

I stared in shock. She was right. I do care for her. And I know she cares for me. Im glad she cares for me.

"You're right." I said, but nothing else.

I just walked upstairs, put on my pajamas and went to bed, hoping it would all be over tomorrow.

But that's the thing, it wasn't.

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