The official fan fiction for One Direction

"Look me in the eyes and say that you felt nothing!" he screams slamming a shaking fist against the wall next to me, trapping my trembling body with his own. "If I did that, I would be lying" I reply, my voice ending with the slightest tremor, "and I don't lie" His dark green eyes widen, the burning anger slowly being replaced with surprise. "What are you saying?" he croaks out, his voice raspy from the yelling. The fighting. The tears. I bite my lip in nervousness. He has to know what is coming. It's in every teenage, cliche love story. Every stupid fairy tale that always has a happy ending. Every dream. He has to know what my words mean. Or not. "I'm in love with you, Harry Styles"

{book 2} ✓ - ❝ I'm tired of pity, of everyone looking at me like "poor Zayn, infatuated with his best mates's girl". I know it's not okay and if it were so easy to forget about her I would've done it already. It's not. But I just need time, not people to pity me and force me to move on. Why can't they understand that? I just need time and someone to understand. ❞