★ Kamila's POV ★

"I can’t believe her!" I yelled at my phone, still in shock from the message I’d just gotten.

"She's just staying over with the guys to give us privacy," Said Zayn as he moved his ran his fingers through my hair. 

I had to say, I really liked this. Even though it was 4 AM, I wasn't tired at all. I liked Zayn alright, but maybe just to make out with, instead of having him as an actual boyfriend. And, after the Niall incident, I wasn't sure of what I wanted. 

"So shall we plan how to keep on making Liam and Niall jealous?" Zayn asked, a mischievous smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

"I was hoping you could tell me," I looked at him, taking note of the fact that he was in his boxers and I was in my short shorts and tank top. We were lying in my bed, and he said, "Well, there's this party on Friday at a club. Maybe we could go together? The guys were invited too, so you can guess how that’ll turn out."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I grinned. 

"Yes." He winked at me.

We kissed.

★ Niall's POV ★

Oh, how I wish that was me.

I had I Wish on my iPod on replay.

I seriously couldn't sleep, thinking she was with Zayn, wrapped in his arms. The boys and Marcy were drinking beer and I was already past my fourth. While I was pretty good at holding my alcohol, this whole situation made me weak; I could hardly take another sip of it.

"You shouldn't have talked to her like that," Said Marcy, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly. 

"She hates being yelled at—or called a slut, for that matter," She explained. She offered me another beer, and once I knew where this was going, I decided to take the can. There was no way out of this guilt, was there?

"Her mother thinks she's a failure because of Noel, that she's a slut, and a brat," She continued, "And she is a brat, sometimes, but she isn't a failure or a slut. She’s worked since she was sixteen and she doesn't ask her mother for money. Ever."

"I just…I don't know, Marcy the kiss was just—It was just so right and I guess that what happened with Zayn just really ticked me off," I admitted. Harry then showed up and grabbed Marcy's hand.

"It's almost six. Kam texted to say she'll see you at work, but I think you’d have to sleep before going." He chuckled, planting a soft kiss on her cheek before leaving.

Huh. Since when did Harry—

Oh. Now that I thought hard about it, they’d been acting goofy all night around each other. When did that happen?

"Oops!" Marcy mumbled, "Gotta go," She pecked my cheek quickly and started to walk away. “You get some sleep, too!”

I passed out before the finished her sentence.

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