More than a friend

Chapter 11

"C'mon Boo Bear, we should get home. We've got that meeting tomorrow." Harry announced once the movie finished and we were sitting around drinking and talking.

"Probably a good idea if we all went home." Louis said and widened his eyes at everyone in the room, indicating something I wasn't aware of but I had a hunch.

"Thanks for the little party everyone." Zayn said and walked everyone out.

"See you tomorrow, happy birthday again." Niall said and gave Zayn a big hug and then Liam did the same.

"You're not leaving?" Zayn asked me once everyone had left.

"I have Fridays off you see and wanted to say happy birthday again." I said. I walked towards Zayn and pulled him towards me for a tight hug. I later blame it on the alcohol but in reality, I was practically sober. I had wanted it for so long, I couldn't stand to be in the room with him any longer without feeling a need to be with him. I let go of my thoughts and let my body lead with my heart and slowly brought my hands up from his waist and placed one on his check and using my other hand, connected his lips with mine for a soft kiss. I closed my eyes and felt his hands tighten around me, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I moved the hand I had on his face and ran it through his hair. I had wanted this for so long and suddenly everything felt right.

"No, Emily, I can't." He said and broke the moment. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at the ground.

"What?" I said softly and confused.

"We're friends." He said and let go of me. He took a step back and ran his hands through his hair.

"Zayn, I-" He cut me off.

"I think you should leave." He announced. I could feel the tears already running down my face but I didn't care anymore. I was embarrassed, I had made a fool of myself thinking that he would ever like me back and I was heartbroken at the fact he had rejected me but I wasn't going to play the victim anymore and let him be in control. I had made it clear the way that I felt but I thought that maybe I should explain it to him. I could feel my disappointment be replaced with anger, as I got ready to confront him.

"You know what Zayn." I stated bluntly. I watched him look up from the ground in surprise at the fact that I had never spoken to him like that.

"You think you've got women all figured out, that if you do this or you do that, they're under you're control. Well you don't know anything Zayn." I could feel new tears forming in my eyes and felt them roll down my face as I yelled at him.

"You can't just toy with people's – my emotions! I liked you from the moment I spoke to you and then you kissed me on New Year, what was I supposed to think? That we were just friends?" I paused and he tried to get a word in.

"No! I'm still talking. How could you miss the signs Zayn? I fell for you, I fell hard but you haven't even noticed." I said and let out a sigh. I didn't have anything left in me but the tears that continued to cascade down my cheeks.

"Emily." He said and held my hands. I flinched at his touch and pulled away.

"I'll leave." I said and hurried my way towards the door.

"Emily, WAIT." He yelled and I turned around. I was afraid; I had never heard him raise his voice. I couldn't have even imagined the way it would sound. But it sounded powerful and I was listening.

"You don't think I notice you?" He said sarcastically and let out a fake laugh.

"You don't think I notice how beautiful you are, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous." He said and pointed at my actions.