Can I Choose?

7. Seven

And exactly what was it that just happened? I ask myself as I stand still, starring the way Harry’s car just disappeared.

OH, you just kissed Harry Styles. You know, the curly headed, cheeky boy from One Direction, outside Zayn Malik’s apartment complex. Remember him? That’s the boy who you gave your first kiss to earlier today and who saved you from being raped. Nice guy, you like him! My brain nicely enough tell me.

“OH MY SWEET GAGA!” I scream out loud in frustration when I finally realize what just happened.

The porter’s head pops out and gives me an odd look. I bend down and take my bags and then start making my way towards the building. As I enter, I quickly go over to the elevator, very carefully with not making eye contact with the porter as I do so. The elevator door closes slowly, as if it wants me to be ashamed. As soon as the door closes I pull out my phone and dial Jade’s number, because her advices is what I need right now, or maybe it’s better to just go and die under a stone, but I will try  Jade first.

“Hello love! Home yet?” she answers happily.

“Well…”

“What have you done now” she asks skeptic.

“Hehe… I kissed Harry Styles…” I whisper into the phone.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” she screams “You must be kidding me, right?”

“No, sadly I’m not!”  

“But why, I thought you liked Zayn!”

“Well, I do. I even gave him my first kiss. But Harry kind of just kissed me, without my permission.” I explain.

“But you kissed him back, didn’t you?”

“Yes. But I didn’t want to do it or at least my mind didn’t want it. My body kind of acted on its own will!”

“I can’t leave you for two hours before you have time to screw your life up. Idiot, it’s just so typical you. I never would have let you go to London alone! Well, anyways, you need to tell Zayn what happened!”

“Oh no, I don’t want to do that!” I say as I picture Zayn’s hurt face in front of me. Heartbreaking!

“I didn’t ask you if you wanted to do it, I told you to do it. Nothing to talk about, because you can’t just forget what just happened and move on. What will you do next time Harry try to do something, Zayn will notice and it will hurt even more if he finds it out from hearing it from Harry or anyone else. If you like Zayn and want to have a chance you need to be honest! Nothing to talk about, bye! Love you!” she says and then just hangs up.

I sight defeated, knowing she’s right, as always. If on cue, the elevator doors opens, and I make my way up to Zayn’s front door. But I can’t make myself able to knock on it. Why did I let Harry kiss me, or a better question, WHY DID I KISS HIM BACK!? I could just have been happy with Zayn and now, oh this won’t be pretty. I slowly raise my hand and knock. Soon the door flies open and my face is pressed into Zayn muscular chest.

“I missed you!” he softly whispers into my hair and pull me into his apartment. He takes my bags out of my hand and goes into his, I think our, bedroom. I sit down on the couch and think of what I will do. I should probably tell him, but what if he throws me out? Where will I go then?

‘BOM BANG CHAKE IT BABY BITCH, MAKE MY ***** WET, I KNOW YOU WANT TO’ my phone suddenly starts shouting. Oh its Ellen’s own personalized ringtone! Hey it wasn’t I who made it, it was totally her!

“Hello Ellen!” I say

“Hey girl! What are you up to? Not making any babies are we?” she asks which makes me laugh. Ellen is such a perv sometimes.