He pushed me to the wall and kissed me again.
Harder this time.
But I still didn’t respond.
His lips were eager, asking for more.
I was so scared it left me shaking.
All I heard was the hard beating of my heart.
He must have noticed that and stopped kissing me.
“I’m so sorry.” He said. And busted out the door.
The kiss made me cry.
It was the second time he stole a kiss from me.
What did he want?
Me?
Impossible.
How could someone like Harry Styles ever have feelings for me.
He’s just too out of reach.
So distant, but it seems like fate has a way of pushing him towards me.
I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water.
When I got back to the living room I saw the strangest thing.
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Zayn was sleeping on the couch.
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I didn’t see him earlier.
I’m thinking Harry didn’t too.
Did he see something?
I hope not.
But so what?
So what if he saw the kiss?
He wouldn’t care either way.
I ran upstairs to the bedroom I was assigned to.
This morning I realized that it was adjacent to Harry’s room.
And beside Zayn’s.
I went inside my room and through the bathroom.
Guess I needed time to cool off.
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Zayn or Harry? Who should I choose?
FanfictionWhat if you’ve loved your best friend your whole life and never had the courage to tell him how you feel? What if when you did have the guts to do so, you see him kissing another girl? What if he was a member of a very popular band like One Directio...
