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Chapter 40

(a/n: I just wanted to remind you that this was before the song "Stand Up" came out. Highly impossible, but I don't know how to write a song, so live with it. Mucho gracias!)


Chapter 40


Zaylin Matthews


I leaned to the right, making myself lean into Louis, who also leaned to the right.

"Stop that!" he complained as Kirby gave him a merciless kick and Pikachu went sailing away. He died.

"Haha!" I laughed and sat up straight again.

He muttered under his breath and threw down his Wii remote. "I hate you, Kirby!" he complained. Game over. I win.

"You play unfair," he told me as the points rallied up. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I know that," I replied. "I'm a highly competitive person."

Louis rolled his eyes. "No, really?" he said sarcastically and I pushed him playfully. He pushed me back.

"So, I heard something in Harry's room earlier," he giggled but I pinched his lips shut. He went cross-eyed trying to look at my fingers.

"I don't want to know," I said seriously. "He might have bailed, but that's his own problem. I'm playing hard to get."

Louis easily pried my hand away. "I'm going to use that method next time," he said. "Anyway, I doubt he bailed. He's probably freaking out trying to impress you with something."

I frowned slightly. "I don't want him to impress me," I said slowly. "Like do something fake he wouldn't normally do. I just want something that will make a lasting impression."

"The word 'impress' is in the word 'impression', smart one."

"It is?" I spelled it out in my mind, then cursed under my breath. "I take that back," I said quickly. "I mean, I want him to do something that I will love and totally make me want to go out with him more."

Louis raised his eyebrows. "What about Zach?" he asked.

I sighed. "I don't know," I muttered. "He's trying to impress me too, and he... touches me a lot. It makes me feel weird."

"Then tell him to stop," Louis said seriously. "If it makes you uncomfortable, he should know. That way it won't be so annoying."

I shook my head. "I don't think that would work," I disagreed. "He really wants to kiss me, and--" I stopped talking and glared at Louis.

"What?" he asked. "What did I do?"

"Why am I telling you all of my problems?" I snapped at myself. "You don't have anything to do with it. You probably don't even care."

He gave me a hug, and I allowed myself to relax. "I do care," he told me quietly. "I don't like to see you upset. I'm always here if you need to talk."

I smiled and hugged him back. "Thanks, Lou," I said.

"No problemo," he replied and pulled back. "So, want to continue?" he asked but he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at me.

"No," I sighed. "I just have to wait and see. Another round of Smash?"

"Uh, no," he retorted and ran from the room. I rolled my eyes. I played Super Smash Bros by myself for a while, just so I could think.

"Mind if I join you?" a voice asked and I shook my head.

"Go right ahead," I said and Niall sat down next to me.

"Where's your girlfriend?" I smirked.

He rolled his eyes as he picked Luigi as his avatar. "She's with the girls," he said.

I glanced at him as I changed Kirby's color to blue. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his eyelids drooped slightly, like he was tired. I paused the game.

"Are you feeling alright, Niall?" I asked.

He looked over at me and nodded. "Yeah, totally, chipper than ever," he said, completely unconvincing.

I shook my head and pointed at his face. "You look exhausted," I said, concerned. "Did you go to bed at a reasonable time last night?"

"Not... really," he mumbled.

I sighed and shook my head again. "Niall, you need your beauty sleep," I teased him lightly. "Don't become a Louis. Staying up all night."

"I heard that!" I heard Louis yell from his room.

"Doesn't change a thing!" I retorted and turned back to Niall. "Go sleep if you're so tired," I ordered. "What were you doing anyway?"

He looked uncertain, and his blue eyes sparked. "Um, eating," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't eat so much," I told him. I felt very much like a mother. "Go to bed."

"What!" he cried indignantly. "It's only eleven in the morning!"

"I don't care! You look exhausted! Do it for Mara, then!"

"Fine," he mumbled immediately. I smirked. "Party pooper!" he called over his shoulder. I stuck my tongue out in reply and turned off his controller. Alone again.

Anyway, to elaborate more on what had been going on. Harry asked me out yesterday, and hadn't talked to me since. Instead I'd seen him running around with the girls a lot, usually with a pair of earbuds in and a pad of paper under his arm. Occasionally he'd stop and write something down, an excited gleam in his eyes. Sometimes I wonder about that boy.

He and the girls and most of the time Niall were always in his room, and occasionally whenever I walked past I would hear laughing, screaming, and a guitar or music playing. It was rather odd, but I didn't question it.

Zach wasn't here yet, and he hadn't called, but I wasn't worried. He had a tendency to be "fashionably late". Of course, 11:00AM might be early for some people, and I usually don't get out of bed until this time on the weekends. Good thing it's a Tuesday.

Louis convinced me once to stay up all night with him and while it was fun, I was like a dead battery during the day. Louis on the other hand was totally hyper, as usual. He had more energy than a terrier on steroids.

I was still trying to think of a nickname for Niall and Mara's relationship. Miall Hingles? No, that sounded really stupid. Um, Nara Inglan? No, that sounded even stupider.

What about Zayn and Abby? Hmm, Zabby Michols? I liked the Zabby, but Michols not so much. How about Nalik?

This was much harder than I thought. How did people do this?

"Frustrated?" a voice asked and I jumped. I hadn't realized I'd been scowling.

I looked up and saw Harry smiling down at me. Weirdly, he looked tired too.

"Sort of," I said with a shrug.

"With what?" he asked, sitting down beside me.

I sighed. "I'm trying to come up with a nickname for Niall and Mara," I explained. "Like Miall Inglan.... Argh! So stupid!"

Harry laughed. "I didn't think you did stuff like that," he said.

I shrugged again. "Why not?" I asked. "Mara and Niall are my best friends: they deserve a nickname." He chuckled again.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked. "And why do you look so tired?"

"I stayed up all night."

"No, duh. Doing what?"

"This." He reached down and picked up a guitar I hadn't noticed before. I frowned.

"You don't play," I told him. He shrugged and nodded.

"I learned a bit last night," he said and picked at the strings. Needless to say, he wasn't very good.

"Why?" I asked. He ignored my question.

"I know this isn't a date," he said as he continued to play. "But you wanted something spontaneous, and I think this fits the bill."

"Harry, what are you--"

"This song is called 'Stand Up'," he said loudly, cutting me off. "And I dedicate it to the beautiful girl that is sitting right next to me."

My eyes widened. No... friggin... way. He's singing a song?! For me?!

"From the moment I met you, everything changed.

"I knew I had to get you, whatever the pain.

"I had to take you and make you mine.

"I would walk through the desert, I would walk down the aisle, I would swim all the oceans, just to see you smile.

"Whatever it takes it's fine.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"So put your hands up.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"Cause it's a stand up.

"I won't be leaving, till I've finished stealing every piece of your heart. Every piece of your heart.

"I know your heart's been broken, but don't you give up.

"I'll be there, yeah, I know it. To fix you with love.

"It's hurt to me think that you've ever cried.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"So put your hands up.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"Cause it's a stand up.

"I won't be leaving, till I've finished stealing every piece of your heart. Every piece of your heart.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"So put your hands up.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"Cause it's a stand up.

"I won't be leaving, till I've finished stealing every piece of your heart.

"And then I'll steal us a car.

"And we will drive to the stars.

"I will give you the moon, it's the least I can do, if you give me the chance.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"So put your hands up.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"I'm a thief, I'm a thief.

"You can call me a thief.

"I'm a thief, I'm a thief.

"But you should know your part.

"I'm a thief, I'm a thief.

"I'm only here...."

"I'm a thief, I'm a thief.

"Because you stole my heart.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"So put your hands up.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"Cause it's a stand up.

"I won't be leaving, till I've finished stealing every piece of your heart.

"Cause you stole my heart.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"Call me a thief.

"Oh oh oohh oh.

"But you should know your part.

"I'm only here....

"Cause you stole my heart."

When he finished, he set down the guitar like it had drained all of his energy. "I had to learn that all night," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hope it was worth it."

I didn't realize that there tears were streaming down my face until I reached up and touched them.

How could I have ever hated One Direction? Harry sounded amazing! And he wrote a song! For me! He truly loved me, didn't he? I was speechless, with an emotional lump in my throat.

Harry looked disappointed. I would have to be a deaf moron if I didn't like it!

I surprised us both by flinging my arms around his neck, and kissing him full on the lips. Thank goodness he kissed back. Heat rose up to my face, but I didn't mind.

I love you, I love you, I love you. That's all that went through my mind as I kissed this wonderful man. That's right. Man. He's not a boy anymore.

I pulled back. "Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome," Harry replied. "So, was it good?"

I almost face-palmed. "What do you think?" I asked sarcastically.

He smirked. "I know it was good, I just wanted to hear you say it," he said cheekily.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "It was better than good," I said. "It was amazing!"

"Ama-ZAYN," he corrected and I laughed.

"Extraordin-HARRY," I giggled.

Harry grinned. "I like that one better," he said, and gave me another quick kiss. Okay, now I felt awkward. He was acting like we're a couple already! Had he forgotten about Zach?

I was about to remind him when Liam jumped into the room. I jumped away from Harry, and he did the same. Our cheeks burned bright red. Had he seen the whole thing? But he started talking like he hadn't heard or seen a thing.

"Great news, guys!" he cried. I smiled, and I felt my blush fade away.

"What is it, Liam?" I asked.

Before he could answer, Louis walked in and shot Liam a heated glare before smiling pleasantly at us. What was that about? Were they arguing about something?

Liam took a deep breath and shouted--

Well, I shouldn't be the one that gives away the good news. It's Liam's good news anyway. Why don't you ask him? He's available at the moment (probably) and his room is down the hall and to the right. He might be watching Toy Story with her, so be careful. Good luck!





Author's Note:


Haha, a cliffhanger! Don't worry: the chapter's completed and ready for publishing. It's sitting in my email right now, so let me go post it.

Finally we can hear from Liam's POV! @iLoveMusic9753 was begging for it, so I made one. More drama coming up, beware!

This chapter was kind of cheesy, but I enjoyed making it, so don't judge. You're welcome to sing along if you know the lyrics. Harry and Zaylin would love to hear your voice, I'm sure. So stand up and sing!


Stay Beautiful,
-Sammi <3