(Manisha’s P.O.V)


I woke up warmer than usual. I felt so nice and protected even for some reason that I didn’t want to wake up but drift back to sleep. Sleep however eluded me for some reason and I felt wide awake. I turned around trying to make myself comfortable only to have somebody tighten their hold on me. I smiled thinking it was lexi who came into my room to cuddle at night and opened my eyes thinking I would wake her up and laugh at her. But when I saw who it was my heart started beating faster and faster. Zayn.






The smile however faltered when the events of last night came flooding in and the unwelcome tears sprang in my eyes.

Yes he had admitted to liking me but he also said he wasn’t gonna try anything. He didn’t even want to give us a chance, he wanted to stay just friends. So I guess everything that I felt for him and thought he felt for me too wasn’t real. I guess I am just a fool who got swept away with her fantasies and couldn’t even see what the reality was.

How can he deny the chemistry we have between us? I mean even Lexi could sense it, and she was still a kid. I wonder if we had kissed in the pool that day if things would have been different. But the truth is that I had fallen in love with this man way befor I ever even dreamed of meeting him. Fallen for him before he refused to dance in the X-factor, fallen for him before he knew what a huge sensation he would be. And now im in his bed, with his arms around me and yet all of this is just so wrong. I shouldn’t be crying, we should be smiling and in love. But we weren’t, oh I was, but we weren’t.

The tears that were till now falling silently began to take over my body with raking sobs. My heart was broken into millions of tiny pieces by the only guy that I have ever truly loved and I don’t think I will ever be able to collect the pieces and move on. I would try but I highly doubt I will ever be successful.

I removed his hands from my waist as carefully as I could and tried to slip out of his bed without waking him up, but I failed.

“Isha?” he asked in his sexier than ever morning voice and the realization that this was probably the first and last time I would wake up to this voice hit me, bringing about a fresh round of tears. Knowing that I couldn’t let him see me cry I couldn’t turn around to face him, and I couldn’t trust my voice to answer him either so I did the only thing I could do, the thing I was about to do anyways, I ran out of his room and into my own, locking the door in the process. I slid down and sat down, my back against the door as the tears continued to fall.

“are you okay? What happened to you? Open the door!” Zayn was at the door, knocking. Shit.

Hearing his concerned voice made my heart beat faster and automatically the tears to fell thicker and faster. I couldn’t answer him, I was afraid my voice would give me away. I don’t want him to know that I am crying, not now, not ever.

“Isha damn it open the door! what happened?” he said as he knocked impatiently.

I went to the bathroom and opened a few taps then said as normally as I could hoping my voice
wouldn’t break’ “I’m in the bathroom.”

I heard a few more impatient knocks… then silence. Thank god.

I stepped into the shower, not even bothering to remove my clothes and let the hot water wash over me as I sat and cried some more.


* * *


“can you come over today? Like right now? Please I cannot be alone with him. Haha yes you can say that but don’t blame me if he thinks you are a total weirdo. Okay, okay. Yes I know, no I don’t want to. Just hurry up okay? Allright see u in a lill while then, bye.”

I had taken a shower and had dressed up and managed to hide the swelling of the eyes with makeup. Thank god for makeup, but I however was a chicken to go and face Zayn still. So I did what I usually do when these situations arise, I hid behind barsha.

Barsha is the exact opposite of me. She was shy when it came to boys, was quiet and hadn’t even had a first crush yet. Even then, she was an expert in relationships (don’t ask me how). We have been friends ever since the fourth grade and well we were like sisters. And everybody in my family loved her too so she really was like a part of our family. Whenever she used to come for sleepovers lexi would also join us, and since I had been to India the two had grown even closer as she stepped in to fill the role of Lexi’s missing elder sister (me). And she is also a big directioner like me and lexi. She was dying to meet zayn ever since I let it slip that he was here in the house with us. And she lives really close by so she should be here soon enough.


*DING DONG*


The doorbell rang and I raced out of my room and down the stairs to open the door. I opened the door and pulled the startled barsha into a bear tight hug. I had missed her so much and I knew full well that this vacay was the last time I would see her for quite some time because she was going to Australia soon.

“You have totally dolled up for him haven’t you?” I teased her and earned myself a deep scarlet blush from her.



“well where is he?” she demamded.

“ummm I don’t actually know,” I admitted. “ hopefully in the room?”

She gave me a quizzical look.

“what? I have been hiding in my room.” I said defensively.

“all this time?” she asked me shocked and I nodded.

“then let’s go find him” she said.

We climbed up the stairs and went into my room so that she could keep her purse and dance bag in my room. Oh yah she is a dancer, we both were in a crew but well I had to quit to go to college and she took a gap year.

“well?”

“next room” I said.

“next room?” she whisper-squealed and I nodded, her excitement catching up with me.
We went to knock in his door and he didn’t reply. I tried to open his door to find that it was locked from the inside. Oh well atleast he is here.

“Zayy?” I asked.

“Go away” came the reply and Barsha giggled.

“Open the door”

“nohhh” he said and I could almost picture his pout.

“stop pouting and open the door zee!”

“it’s not zee, its Z-E-D!” he spelled it out clearly annoyed.

“I will call you Z-E-D only if you open the door Z-E-E” I said in an annoyed voice.

“argghhh you pesky, bothersome fans,” he said jokingly and opened the door making barsha
gasp, blush and then giggle. He was wearing only his boxers. If he was surprised to see Barsha he didn’t show it and just stood there with an amused look on his face. Him in boxers however didn’t do much for me, I had slept with him like that and all I could think was I hope I don’t start crying again.



“Hi! I am Barsha. Barsha translated to English is rain. I'm rain and ur Zayn” she said and I groaned.

“ I never thought you would actually say that!” I said and Zayn laughed.

Barsha smiled and winked at me and turned to Zayn.

“please don’t bother to put in any clothes”, she said to him in a very sarcastic manner.

I laugh as he goes in to grab a pair of trousers with a huge smirk on his face.

“I was serious!” Barsha mumbled in a low voice so that even I barely heard her and we burst into a fit of giggles and Zayn stared at us like we were crazy.

“fangirl much?” he asked us and we laughed again.

“so, umm B here is one of my closest friend, so close that we are almost like sisters and she will never let it slip that you are here.” I tell Zayn, mostly because I know how much he doesn’t want to be found right now.

“well”, Barsha began and we both looked at the mischievous smile on her face “ only if you take pictures with me, follow me on twitter, tell me your real facebook account, give me an autograph and kiss me”, she recited.

Zayn laughed and I looked at her thunderstruck. Did she just say kiss me?

“A long list you have got there” he says in a very very seductive voice abd stepped closer to ger and kissed her cheeks making her blush.

My heart felt like it would explode and tears began prickling my eyes and I went once more to my room, with tears threatening to fall.

What just happened? What happened to my shy friend who was supposed to be helping me and not flirting with Zayn? She knew exactly how I was feeling and yet… I didn’t need to see this, calling her over was definitely a bad idea. And now that she was here, I couldn’t exactly throw her out either. I haplf expected them to come to my room to see what happened but they didn’t. oh well if I couldn’t tell her to leave, I myself can atleast so I made up my mind to go to my cousins place. Some of our friends had come with her from Bangalore and they were having a party, well I needed to get away from here.

Walking out of my room I saw that they had closed the door to Zayn’s room. Why doesn’t he just shift to her house instead? huh! wow where did that come from?

I didn’t even bother to tell them that I was going out, I just locked my room, quietly walked downstairs and let myself out and drove off to meet my cousin.

Notes

I JUST COULDNT RESIST PUTTING EM IN!




dunno which of them to be more jealous of! :P





Zayn is TOTALLY checking Harry's bum out! :P




I dunno why but i had never stopped to consider exactly how fit Louis really is! <3 *sighs and faints* (p.s open image in new tab i know u can barely see this. sorry for that but i dunno how to fix it lol)



what is Zayn doing?? ahhh and why?!!! why would they show this picture to us? arrghhh why does he have to be a soon-to-get-married man? how are we supposed to NOT fantasize about him with pictures like this on the internet?? argggghhhh




ummm also i noticed i have like 21 subscribers now! thank you so much for reading the story and i hope ur enjoying it, i would LOVE to hear what you think of it so comment or message me! however im kindof dissapointed to see only 14 votes. :( please vote? its so easy just press on the stars! (10 if you dont mind please!) hehe

anyways what do you think will happen next? ;) i know whats gonna happen but id love to hear what u think!