Saving Her

Chapter 8: Her

*** Zayn's POV***

Why am I so attracted to her? Why her?
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***Harry's POV ***

This girl is different and I am going to make her mine. Starting with a little visit.
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*** Jezebel's POV ***
I groaned hearing the knock on the door. I was so tired from my shift last night I never even made it to my room. I curled into the couch as the infernal sound rang through the apartment again.
"Go away." I yelled pulling a pillow over my head. The person knocked again.
"It's too early for this." I whined.
"Jezzie, it's one o'clock in the afternoon." Nadya said as she walked past me to the door. I sat up.
"You're awake." I said surprised.
"Yeah. I woke up around ten this morning." She told me leaning against the wall.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Good. I think my body just needed to chill for a bit." She said not quite meeting my eyes.
"Nadya. You know-" I started but once again the knocking filled the apartment. I jumped up and walked to the door. I ripped the door open not caring about how I looked after spending the night on the couch.
"What do you want?" I asked. I looked up and came face to face with a pair of emerald eyes. I blushed.
"Sorry, Harry. I'm a little crabby when I first wake up." He smiled at me.
"No problem." I felt Nadya walk up and hide behind me.
"You remember Zayn, right?" I heard Nadya squeak and run to her room. I smirked.
"Yeah I remember. Come on in guys."
"Where's Nadya? Is she awake yet? How is she? Is she okay?" He asked me all in one breath.
"Calm down, Don Juan." I was met with blank stares.
"Really? Do Brits not have Don Juan?" More blank stares. I sighed.
"Forget it. And to answer your questions-" Nadya walked out of her room no longer looking like she had been laying in bed for seventeen hours.
"I'm fine." She smiled at Zayn. He smiled back.
"I was worried about you." He said softly. She looked down at her feet.
"I'm sorry." She said. He walked closer to her and put his hand under her chin and made her look at him.
" Just don't scare me like that again." He leaned his forehead against hers. He took a deep breath and leaned back.
"Nadya. I was wondering if you would do me the great honor of going on a date with me?" Zayn asked her. I smiled and looked at Harry. Nadya threw her arms around his neck then pulled back and looked at Zayn.
"Of course I will go on a date with you." She smiled. "When are we going on this date?" Zayn replied.
"Now?" Nadya squealed even louder.
"Let me just go get changed." She dashed into her room shutting the door.
"Zayn. Even though you are a pop sensation I will not hesitate to hurt you if you hurt her." I say to him.
"Do I make myself clear?" I asked taking a step closer.
"Jezebel! Knock it off!" I heard Nadya yell through the door.
"I'm not doing anything!" I yelled back. She opened the door.
"I'm sure you didn't." She rolled her eyes and grabbed Zayn's hand pulling him out the door.
"Bye, Jezzie." She called over her shoulder.
"Bye, Nady." I called back, shutting the door behind them.
"So. What now?" I jumped when I heard Harry's voice. I sighed sitting down on the couch next to him. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my chin in them.
"Harry?" He rolled his head toward me.
"Do you think this is going all a little fast? We met you guys just over twenty four hours ago." I asked him. He frowned.
"I don't think so." He said after a moment. Now it was my turn to frown.
"We barely know you guys." I said. He stood up and held out his hand to me.
"Well then. That is about to change."