"You don't think I know, Essie?" he retorted just as annoyed now. "You don't think I've been thinking the same exact things as you've been thinking? You think it's easy watching you walk around here, pretending that I haven't got a feel in the world for you? Do you understand how difficult it was for me to tell your Nan how happy you and Noah are together when I know it's not true? And when your granddad looked me in the eye and pleaded for me to make you mine one day, do you think it was easy for me to tell him I wasn't the one you wanted? Because it wasn't! I hate the fact I have to lie to your family about the way I feel for you," he admitted, whispering the last sentence. "This wasn't supposed to happen." "But it did happen. So what are you going to do about it?" Harry spat. "The ball's in your court, love. Are you going to pretend you don't feel the same for me? Are you going to just ignore the fact that you have — that you've always had — feelings for me?"

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Olivia has had a crush on Zayn Malik from the moment she laid eyes on him, and I mean could you blame her? He was the Bradford Bad Boi with his dark brown eyes, and sweet but rare smile. He had a great singing voice. Or so she was told. Olivia was deaf. Plain and simple. Never heard her own voice, her laugh, or heard her brother Josh Devine play the drums. It was heartbreaking. She felt broken, and helpless. She saw her disability as a curse. Can she maybe look past her insecurities and look at herself the way Zayn sees her?