Zoe's POV:
I was hanging out with Liam, Zayn, Niall, Harry and Louis at their house. Me and Niall were playing on the Xbox and the other boys were baking or something like that.
"NO NO NO DON'T YOU DARE!" Niall shouted, as I chased after him with my gun on Call Of Duty.
I finally got close enough and shot him, and it was game over for him. "FUCKEN POTATO." He screamed, throwing his controller down.
(Yall seen that video where he screams pOtAtO!) ?
"Ok, that's the last round." I laughed.
It was silent for a moment, but then he looked over at Harry, them at me. "Sooo. You and Harry huh?" He asked, teasingly. My eyes widened in shock.
"Oh no no no. It's not like that, we're just best friends." I explained, my cheeks going pink.
"Then why are you blushing?" He whispered.
"Oh my god, Niall, stop!" I giggled.
"But you do like him, right?" He asked, making sure we weren't heard as Harry swayed his head to the music playing in the background.
I looked back at him, then looked at Niall. "I mean. Look, yeah, I really do. But the thing is, I just can't tell him." I sighed.
"I really think you should. Besides, you never know." He said, winking.
"Oi, Harry. Zoe needs to speak to you." Niall called.
"Oh, sure, one sec." Harry replied. I started panicking and I grabbed Niall's arm. "This is your chOnce." He whispered. He quickly got up and left, just as Harry switched off the music.
I heard footsteps approaching the living room and I felt a little scared.
Harry appeared in he doorway, leaning one of his hands beside it. "What up luv?" He smiled, showing his teeth.
"I-uh- you- li-" I stumbled on my words, not knowing what to say.
"Woah woah woah." He laughed, walking over to me. He flicked his hair back and I took a short breath in.
"Really? What's wrong?" He said, concerned. He sat down ext to me and started into my hazel eyes. "Well, um, I don't even know how to say this." I mumbled.
He grabbed my hand, lifting it up and kissing it softly, before rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. "You can tell me you know. You won't be judged." He said softly.
"But I will Harry. And I know I will because I like you, OK? And I have for at least a year but I just couldn't tell you because I knew you didn't feel the same way, and of course you don't like me back but I-" I rushed out.
He cut me off, placing his finger on my lips and staring into my eyes. He slowly took it off and I silently stared at him, a little hurt. "Sorry." I sighed. I got up off the sofa, walking away towards the stairs. I heard Harry get up behind me, and he grabbed my arm, making me flinch a little.
I turned around to him and he pulled me towards him, connecting his lips with mine, making me tense up. His hand traveled down my hip and I shivered, pressing my body to his.
Once he pulled away, he smiled a little. "And who says I don't like you?"
