*Kylies POV*

He pushed me back and for a second I thought he tricked me, was going to push me out the door without telling me anything. But then, my back hit the wall and Zayn’s warm, rough lips were on mine.

 What the hell was happening?

My stomach erupted in butterflies but I just sat there, not processing anything. 

He stepped back and looked at me. Then, he whispered. "That's my secret."

 He looked at me, worried. I just stood there. He leaned in again, lightly pressing his lips on my mouth. Once again, I got the strangest feeling in my stomach. It felt like I was going to throw up, but in a good way. It was a tingly, new feeling and I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled into his lips. Giving in to what I really wanted, I kissed him back. I nibbled his bottom lip and he moaned softly, opening his mouth for my tongue to explore. A few minutes later, we were making out. My back was still against the wall, but my legs were around his waist. His arms were holding me up, along with the wall on my back. Every inch of me was pressed against him, and I was trying to get closer which was impossible. This was maybe the sexiest kiss I’ve ever had in my life, but it was also really sweet, with the butterflies still flying in the pit of my stomach. He pulled back, grinning.

 I realized what just happened. I just cheated on Harry. With his best friend. With my best friend. Who apparently secretly liked me. And the worst part was, it was the best kiss I had ever experienced. Sure, Zayn and I had kissed in things like spin the bottle and truth or dare, we had even kissed the night of my, um, dance. And it was great, but this was different. My eyes widened.

"Kylie, are you okay?" Zayn asked, as I dropped down from around his waist and just stood there. "Shit. I'm so sorry. Damn it." he stuttered, running his hand in his hair.

"I...uh..." I ran out the door. I couldn't go in my room; someone could so easily come in. For once, I couldn't talk to Zayn about the problem - Zayn WAS the problem.  I ran downstairs, past Niall and Liam's calls, and out the front door. I ran and ran until I couldn't anymore, until I couldn’t breathe and I was choking on my own snot and tears.

I sat down and looked around. I was at the park- the park where Zayn had made me the cute "best friend anniversary" picnic just a few days ago. I started sobbing even harder. I was so confused. Obviously, I liked Zayn as more than a friend. The kiss proved that. But I liked Harry too. I felt horrible. My phone, which was hanging out of my pocket, started ringing.

"Hello?" I hiccupped, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Kylie. It's Zayn. Please come home. I'm so sorry. I just ruined everything."

I sobbed harder, my words weren’t even real words. "No. I did."

"What are you talking about?? I'm the one that kissed you."

"You WHAT?!" I heard Harry's voice shout in the background.

"No, Zayn. It's my fault because I kissed back. And I enjoyed it. I’ll come back later, okay?"  I hung up, turning my phone off.

How could I do that to Harry? Sweet, funny Harry. Who never did anything wrong. Other than not telling me a secret, but he didn’t deserve this. Then, I went and kissed someone else. It started pouring rain, but I didn't care. I just sat in the park, getting soaking wet, and crying.

*Zayn’s POV*

"No, Zayn. It's my fault because I kissed back. And I enjoyed it. I’ll come back later, okay?"  Kylie said. It was obvious she was crying.

“Kylie! Where are you?” I begged, but she had already hung up. I tried calling her gain, but she shut her phone off.

“Fuck!” I cussed, throwing my iPhone across the room.

“What the hell, Zayn?!” Harry yelled at me. “You kissed her?!”

“It’s your fault!” I screamed. “She came in my room crying and said that you told her I had a secret. I couldn’t tell her so I showed her instead.”

“By KISSING my girlfriend?” he roared, getting in my face. I pushed him back.

“Yep.” I popped the p. “She kissed me back, too. That’s why she ran away. Because she liked it. She told me so.”

Harry swung at me, angry, but Lou pulled him back. “Mate, chill out.”

“I’m going to find her.” I said, grabbing my keys and rushing out the door. It was raining but I didn’t care. I stepped in my car and sped off. I had no idea where I was going.

“Kylie!” I screamed, driving through town. Ten minutes later, with no luck, I slammed my head against the steering wheel. Suddenly, I knew exactly where she was. I just hoped I was right.

I sped to the park, getting out and running towards the hill. It was pouring. “Kylie!” I yelled, and then saw her curled in a ball at the bottom of the hill. I poked her side gently.


She lifted her head, and saw me. She started crying again. She was totally, absolutely, 100 percent soaked. “I’m so sorry Zayn.” She sobbed, putting her face in her hands.

“Why are you sorry? Please don’t be.”

“Because…” she mumbled something.


“itwasthebestkissieverhad.” She rushed out quietly. I couldn’t help it, I smiled.

“Me too.” She stood up, but her legs gave out and she almost fell back down. “Come here.” I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style.

“You don’t need to carry me. I can walk.” She said, her tears dying down.

“You just tried and that didn’t work.” I reminded her, walking up the hill. I opened the passenger door and put her inside.

“I’m getting your car wet.”

“I don’t care.” I said honestly.

I got in the driver’s seat and started driving to the drive-through coffee shop. I know Kylie would want one, and I wanted one too. Ky wasn’t crying anymore, she was twirling her hair like she did when she was nervous.

“Please, talk to me.” I begged. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.”

“I feel so bad.” She said, biting her lip. “I cheated on Harry. I didn’t JUST cheat on him. It wasn’t a meaningless kiss. I’ve been kind of, feeling things for you for a while, and I didn’t tell Harry. And I don’t know if I can go back out with Harry because I like you too. It wouldn’t be fair to him, you, or me.”

“Kylie.” I said, pulling in the drive through. “Look at me.”

She turned her head from the ground, looking me in the eyes.

“I love you. I always have, always will. I’d do anything to make you happy so don’t worry about me. Okay?”

“Not okay.” She said, choking on tears again. “I love you too. I’m not sure in which way yet, but I do.” I ordered our coffees, pulling through to grab them. I handed Kylie her mocha and sipped mine.

The car was silent, so I turned on the radio. After a ridiculously perfectly worded slow song, we were at the house. I looked at Kylie with a loss for words (the first time in the history of ever) and somehow that turned into a kiss. A long, sweet, slow kiss. She pulled away first, because if it was up to me I would never have pulled away.

“WHY do you make me do this? Please stop being so…Zayn.” She said, running her hand in her wet hair. I knew it was eating her alive to do this to Harry.

“Sorry.” I said, smiling lightly. “Ky, what are we?”

“I’m not sure.” She whispered. “I want…but I don’t…Harry. I care about him. I don’t think it’s like that, anymore. But I care about him. It’s going to kill him.”

“Do whatever you need to. I’ve waited 5 years, I can wait a little longer.”

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