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Allison’s POV
His lips were so close to mine.
I could feel my heart beating faster and faster- waiting for his lips to touch mine because honestly, I liked the feeling I got whenever he kissed me. Even though I said that I need to keep a distance from Zayn, I can’t do it because during moments like this I keep wondering why I force myself away from him.
The paparazzi were flashing their cameras like crazy, wanting to get every second of what was going on. They were screaming things but I wasn’t focusing on that. I was focusing on his eyes. He had nice brown eyes. I mean, I don’t understand why people hate brown eyes so much. But brown eyes work on Zayn.
The closer he got, the faster my heart raced. I closed my eyes waiting for his lips to make contact with mine but they didn’t. I felt his lips peck the tip of my nose and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t majorly disappointed.
I could tell I wasn’t the only one disappointed because the paparazzi made boo sound and I watched as Zayn chuckled shaking his head.
I bit my bottom lip as I looked back up at Zayn.
Because his hair was wet it wasn’t up in a quiff, but it was now flatter and was down on his forehead. He didn’t look bad, he actually looked pretty sexy. Especially with him being all soaked and his white t-shirt being seen through I was getting a full view of his abs.
He had a nice body too.
He tilted his head towards the car and said “Come on, let’s go.”
I nodded as I walked towards the passenger seat and buckled myself up, preparing myself for an awkward car ride home.
“Are our answers solved? Is Zayn Malik really in a relationship? It still hasn’t been confirmed but just look at these photos!” The TMZ lady pointed towards photos of Zayn and me at the carwash spraying each other and laughing. Pretty much having a good time.
“Looks like they uhm... Missed the car?” She laughed.
“Well if we aren’t confused enough as it is, look at these! Are they dating? Friends with benefits or just friends? I guess we’ll never know with these two.”
The photo of Zayn holding my hips as we looked into each other’s eyes was flashing on the screen. Then the photo of him kissing my nose was placed next to it. I couldn’t help but blush just thinking about that moment and how much I wanted him to kiss my lips. The disappointing feeling I had earlier when he didn’t kiss me suddenly came back.
I don’t know why I’m feeling this worked up about it but still, he should have just kissed me.
“The girl in this photo still hasn’t been identified! Will someone please just tell us who she is? She’s driving millions of people insane? Who is the mystery girl, is she dating the one and only Zayn Malik? Tweet us or post your comments on our face book wall. We’ll keep you updated!”
I grabbed the remote and flicked the TV off. I let out a groan just thinking about today. Zayn was in the shower and none of the boys were home so I was sitting on the couch by myself.
Why do I want Zayn so badly? Why can’t I just not have feelings for him? Is that really too much to ask for? All I wanted was a simple friendship with him and look where that led me.
The worst part is; I knew this was going to happen and I had so many chances to stop myself but I didn’t. I should have, but I didn’t. I could have saved myself so much trouble but I chose to ignore my feelings and let them grow.
I have no one to blame but myself.
As much as I want to blame Zayn, I can’t. I lead him on as much as he led me. I want to take back everything we’ve done but at the same time, I don’t because the feeling I get when I’ with him is something I’ve never had before.
I sighed as I got up from the couch and walked to my room. I changed out of my now damp clothes and into a new set of undergarments. I reached into my closet and pulled out a pair of my charcoal coloured roots sweatpants and my black fitted V-neck.
Once I slipped it on I walked to my drawer and pulled out some hair product and applied a little to my hair so it wouldn’t smell like hose water.
The product doesn’t really do much, it just makes your hair feel softer and smell better. That’s why I liked it; it didn’t have a greasy affect or anything bad.
It made my hair smell like vanilla hazelnut with a sweet tint from the lemon. I don’t know why I liked the smell so much but it gives me a boost of confidence when I know my hair looks bad.
I walked out of my room and into the kitchen to see Harry looking in the fridge.
“When did you get here?” I asked, startling him.
“Only a minute ago, how was your public outing today?”
“It was alright,” I mumbled, blushing slightly.
“Aw, why you blushing?”
“It comes natural to me okay! I swear.”
“Mhm, I’m sure that’s true.”
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed.
“I saw the pictures of you two,” he said making me blush again. I mean, yah I knew that the boys would obviously see the pictures but it was just weird to me.
I ignored his comment, trying to keep a poker face on.
“You two looked pretty into it. Almost real actually,”
Once his words processed in my head my cheeks flushed- again.
“What are trying to say, styles?”
He threw his hands in the air in surrender “All I’m saying is that you two made it look really believable, almost as though you know... it was real,”
I glared at him. “Well it wasn’t.”
“I know I’m just saying.”
“Right...” I said as I walked towards the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.
“Is something going on between you two?” Harry asked suspiciously.
“God no! We’re just friends.”
“That’s what they all say...” He said as he strolled into the living room.
I followed him into the room and plopped down next to him.
I was going to lecture on but at the same time I didn’t want to stay on the topic and make him even more suspicious. Not that anything was going on.
“Where are the rest of the boys?”
“They’re out shopping; I have to pick them up in half an hour.”
I groaned. “I thought living with you guys would be fun,”
“We are fun! Remember when we played truth or dare and you licked whip cream off my sexy abs?” Harry said wiggling his eyebrows.
“Yes I do remember and no I do not recall that being fun.”
He laughed. “You loved it.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. I was about to make a remark but I was interrupted when Liam, Louis and Niall walked into the room.
“I thought you were supposed to pick them up?”
He shrugged and got off the couch.
“Guys! We have to go out tonight!” Louis cheered.
“Why?” I asked because of their excitement.
“Because, Simon called us and we’ve been nominated for 3 VMA’s!”
“No way!” Harry cheered jumping off the couch and giving Louis a bone crushing hug.
“Now that’s a reason to celebrate,” Zayn said walking into a room with a smug smile playing on his lips.
“Al, you up for coming out with us t’night?”
I shrugged. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”
“Then it’s settled, we’re going out tonight, everyone be ready my 9:30.”
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 2:45. What the hell was I going to do for all those hours?
“That’s enough time for Ally and me to do more public things; c’mon I never said that that was all we were going to do today.”
I rolled my eyes and got off the couch. I followed Zayn towards the door.
“We expect you two home by 9!” Liam said just as he exited the flat.
It felt so awkward with Zayn. I mean, I really thought he was going to kiss me earlier today but he didn’t and now it just feels awkward. Usually when we do kiss Zayn make the atmosphere not feel awkward. Now he’s not even putting an effort to make this not be all weird.
Hopping into the car I decided to break the silence.
“Where are we going?” I asked, looking over at Zayn.
He kept his eyes fixed on the road and he drove, “We’re just going to walk around town,”
“Ok,” I mumbled glancing towards the window.
All I wanted was to be out of this car. I liked it better when Zayn and I weren’t all awkward.
Hand-in-hand we walked down the busy sidewalk. The paparazzi were trying to be sneaky snapping pictures of us. Little did they know that their act sucked pretty badly and they weren’t getting rare pictures because soon, there was going to be a million photos of Zayn and me.
It was cold out- not freezing, but cold. Especially with me not wearing a sweater the weather got to me. I didn’t mention it to Zayn because I didn’t want to be a bother.
I don’t even think that Zayn realised I was in a short sleeved top.
We took a right as we walked towards a bridge that was over a lake. The bridge was almost empty; there were only about 5 people spread across it.
Walking up the bridge it began to feel a little colder. Probably because we were on higher ground and above the water the wind felt more piercing and cold.
I still kept it in that I was cold. I didn’t want to make it seem like I was about to die if I didn’t get any warmth.
Once we made it to the middle of the bridge I walked towards the ledge leaning over it and looking down at the sparkling blue water below me. With the wind blowing, light waves were splashing while little droplets were flying our way.
I felt a pair of muscular arms hug me from around my chest area. I knew it was Zayn and it made me blush. That tingly feeling I once had came back, but now it was on full blow.
“You’re freezing,” He murmured into my hair as he began rubbing my arms.
“I’m not that cold,”
He chuckled slightly, “No, you’re freezing.” He stated and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Maybe just a little.”
“Is this helping?” He asked, securing himself around me, making sure his arms were overlapping mine as he held me close.
My knees were going weak, and my heart was racing faster as his closeness affected me.
Suddenly flashing lights arrived and I knew that the paparazzi were back and I frowned slightly. I know they were just eating this up right now.
“Should we put them a show?”
I shrugged.
His arms loosened around me and before I knew it I was spun around And Zayn’s lips were pressed against mine.
*Nxt chapter- is about when they all go out and celebrate (DRAMA I swear)*
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