Finding Our Way [Sequel to FHTL]

part 10 - you can't kiss me.

"Thank you, grandma" I whispered with my eyes closed, clutching the dress to my chest. I quickly looked at the clock realizing it's already six thirty and the party's at freaking eight.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, running to the bathroom. I only have and hour and a half left!

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I finished getting ready on time, with fifteen minutes to spare. I was checking myself in the mirror when I heard the doorbell ring.

[A/N: Click on the external link under the book cover to check out the outfit.]

"Coming!" I grabbed my purse and ran to the door. I checked myself one last time before opening the door. I was hoping to see Zayn, but as I opened the door I wish I never did. I tried to close it again, but he slipped inside.

"Why are you here?" 

"I need to talk to you"

"We have nothing to talk about, Tom" I rolled by eyes.

"We have, and a lot" 

"I can't right now, I'm going out"

"You look beautiful, by the way"

"Thanks, now leave" I gestured to the door.

"Why are so mad at me, anyways?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know, you tell me! The one who barged into Zayn's house and beat the hell out of him!" I snapped.

"He deserved it. Why do you care anyways, he was the one who hurt you" He raised his voice.

"Because I love him, Tom!" I yelled back, getting mad. His face fell.

"How can you love him after all he did to you?" He approached me, almost closing the gap between us.

"How can you love him after what we have experienced together?" He grabbed my arms, caressing the skin.

"Tom-"

"Do you feel this?" He placed my hand over his heart.

"My heart only beats for one person and that's you" He whispered looking straight into my eyes. I stared back at him, but quickly looked away yanking my arms out of his grasp.

"Tom, please! Just leave" I sighed.

"I see, he's got you fooled"

"You're so wrong! Stop saying things you don't know, because you can't, you don't fucking know shit and-" That's when he crashed his lips hard into mine. My eyes widened when I realized what was going on, making me push him with all the force I have, slapping him across the face. He grasped his face in shock, looking directly at me.

"What the fuck are you doing?! You can't kiss me like that when you fucking feel like it! I have a boyfriend you ass!" I yelled, pushing him again, failing to cause any type of response.

"A b-boyfriend?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"Jesy?" We both turned to the door to find Zayn.

"What’s going on, Jesy?" Zayn asked, wrapping one arm around my waist.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Tom snapped.

"He's my boyfriend" I intertwined my fingers with Zayns'.

"Wow, when I thought I had a chance with you, you go back to this fucking prick" 

"What did you just called me?!" 

"A prick, a fucking piece of shit who thinks he can get anyone with only his smile and money" Tom growled, invading Zayns' personal space.

"No one calls me a prick" Zayn growled back.

"Zayn, baby. Just leave it like that" I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door.

"Have fun at your stupid party!" Tom scoffed as Zayn and I got in the elevator and he went down the stairs. I sighed and looked down. Then I felt a finger beneath my chin, lifting my head up.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, let's just forget about this and enjoy our party, okay?" I half-smiled. 

"Okay" He smiled and leaned down for a sweet kiss. And with that simple kiss everything's okay, for now.

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A/N: Tom's appearance. Just NO. The kiss though, don't kill me. Sorry for the late update, but here it is either way, hope you guys liked it because I'm freaking dying over here.

Picture to the side: "Why are you here?"