-Zayn-

I blew it. For the next week we didn't talk to each other unless we had to. It was uncomfortable for us when we made eye contact, and we always found excuses to leave the room when we were left alone.

It was painful for me to watch her grow closer and closer to the other boys while we were separated more and more every day. And the worst part, was that it was my fault.

-Daisy-

I couldn't tell Niall. He had always dissaproved of me having a boyfriend at a young age because he knew it wouldn't last, and he didn't want me to get hurt. I knew that he would snap into his over-protective self and grow as far apart from Zayn maybe even as far as I was.

When Caleb came, I was relieved. I stayed with him all the time and Zayn seemed to shy away from him.

Two Days before I was flying back to Hawaii, Caleb pulled me into the living room, telling me that he had a surprise. "I got you something." he said, and pulled out a velvet - covered case from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a beautiful, silver necklace.

I smiled as Caleb clipped the necklace around my neck. The pendant was a tiny infinity sign, threaded onto a delicate silver chain. "Caleb, I-" I managed breathlessly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome darling." His grin lit up his whole face; every feature portrayed happiness. When we kissed, it was different. There was more connection than ever before. His hands cupped my face and he looked down into my eyes. My hands clasped around his neck, i spied Zayn lurking in the doorway, silently behind Caleb's back. He caught me watching him. his arms were crossed, leaning against the door-frame in a leisurley pose. A smirk rested comfortably on his face. He rose and eyebrow at me. It was as if he was looking down on me. Laughing at me.
I repeatedly thanked Caleb for his gift on the way to dinner. His responses came in the form of kisses on the forehead.

-Zayn-

After we went to dinner, I cornered Daisy, finally alone in the kitchen, making tea. I pretended to wash an apple extra well. I couldn't help but smiling. "What?" she said, her voice defensive.

"Nothing."

"I don't have time for this crap."

"Nice necklace you got there." I said, smirking, my eyes never leaving the shiny, red fruit in my hand.

"Seriously? I don't think you have the right to hate him, Zayn. And besides," her voice softened. "I love him."

"Oh come on!! Really? That guy? Over all of the other guys you could pick?" I spat, and quickly added, "Over me?"

"yes. I love him and there's nothing you can do to change that so you should just fuck off."

"Come on Daisy, you know he's kind of a dork."

"He is NOT a dork, Zayn, you're just jealous." She knew me well, but I wouldn't admit it.

"Have you gone to bed with him yet?"

"I don't think that's any of your business." Her cheeks flushed. I loved making her blush. Walking out of the kitchen, I turned.

"A girl like you could have any boy in the world. I don't think you really love him. I don't think you're sure. Not when there are people like me, waiting for you." and walked back up to my room before she could respond.