My Cousin's Bestfriend (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14

"Care to explain this?" Zayn raised his eyebrow.

I stifled a laugh. It was me and Logan kissing in the mall, which was centuries ago. I heard Niall laugh behind me, but stopped when Zayn glared at him.

"Well, explain." Zayn raised his eyebrow.

Niall laughed again.

"God dammit Niall! Shut up! Nothing's funny here!" Zayn rose his voice.

"Well, I'd usually say 'it's not what you think it is' but it actually is. But the-" Zayn stopped me before I could finish.

"So you did kiss him!" He poked the magazine.

"God, would you let me explain?!" I said. I'm getting pissed at Zayn's attitude right now. I mean, yeah sure I did say that it really was what he thought it is, but I just hate it when people butt in, and don't let me explain.

"No, you're not going to say 'oh my god it was an accident!'" Zayn copied my accent.

"Fuck you." I bluntly said, and stomps towards my room.

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I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Fuck off." I shouted.

I heard my doorknob moving. Oh shit I forgot to lock it.

"Hey." Harry smiled. "You know if you don't want anyone to enter your room. You should at least lock it." He chuckled.

"No shit Sherlock." I rolled my eyes.

"Well...... You need to talk to Zayn, or that's what they told me to tell you." He gave me one of his breathtaking smiles.

"I won't." I was, actually AM, stubborn, what can I say?

"Why nooooooot?" Harry asked flopping on my bed.

"Because I don't like people who butt in when I'm explaining that just pisses me off." I sighed and grabbed my phone.

"Well that's a fact I didn't know about Brooklyn Parker."

"Well ya know now." I smiled.

"Come on go talk to him." He pulled me up.

"No Harry."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No.

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes, oh shit." I mentally facepalmed myself.

Harry pulled me up, and I acted like I couldn't walk, but Harry still pulled me towards Zayn's room.

When I was inside Zayn's room, Harry immediately closed the door and went out.

I sighed and sat on the floor. I didn't even have my phone god dammit harry.

Then I noticed some familiar pair of eyes staring back at me.

"Brooklyn talk to me please, baby."

"What?" I snapped.

"Can you please just explain it?"

"Well I dunno, you might butt in again." I rolled my eyes.

Zayn moved forward, and held my chin up with his two fingers, causing me to stare at him.

"Niall already explained for me. I'm sorry." He sighed.

My frown turned into a smile. Then he crashed his lips onto my lips.