Brit's POV

I had just gotten home from my date with Zayn, and I was sitting on my couch in my living room, petting my cat and eating Lay's chips while trying to write lyrics for a song on a Word document on my laptop. Multitasking was a strong point of mine, and I took pride in it, but no lyrics were coming to me. I usually could write a song within half an hour, but I had been sitting there for two hours and I had one line: My hands are cold. That was it. I had no idea where I was going with that. Just as I was about to yell at Dez to come help me, my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket, and I saw it was a text from Jon.

Can we meet somewhere?

I was stunned. It had only been a day since we split, and he was asking me to meet him somewhere? That was confusing. I replied sure and asked him where, and he told me his house. I said okay, put my laptop to sleep, kissed Milo on his forehead, and got up to get my keys to head over to his house. I grabbed the chip bag, walked to Dez's bedroom, and threw the bag at her. "Finish these, Jarvis. I have to go do something."

"Can I come?"

I gave a short laugh. "No. It has something to do with Jon."

"Oh," she said. "Well good luck with that. Don't let him bring you down."

"I won't," I said. "I'll be back soon."

"You better be. It's almost nine and we have school tomorrow."

"Yeah I know. I'll be back in, like, half an hour."

"Okay. Don't crash your car," she said, smiling.

"Of course not," I laughed. I left her room and headed out the door. I got in my car and drove to Jon's house. It took me about five minutes, since we lived relatively close to each other. I pulled into his driveway, and walked up to his door.

I knocked, and he answered within seconds. He stared at me for a second, and then said, "I wasn't sure if you would really come or not."

"I said I would," I replied curtly.

He sighed. "Come on in," he said, stepping aside so I could pass. I walked in and I immediately felt happy that I had come here. I hadn't been over to his house in a long while, and I missed it. "Go ahead and sit anywhere," he told me.

I took a spot on his couch and sat criss-cross-applesauce, and he sat next to me in the corner of the couch. "Why did you want to see me?" I asked him.

"I want to apologize," he said.

I blinked. "For what?"

He looked confused. "For being a dick."

I laughed sarcastically. "You sure didn't think you were being a dick when you asked Kyara out."

He gave me a look. "Oh, and Zayn didn't have any intentions of doing the same, did he?"

I crossed my arms. "You've got some nerve. That was different, and you know it. Zayn is someone I wanted to get to know, and he wasn't your best friend. Kyara is mine, and you knew that, too. You knew what you were doing when you asked her out, that it would affect me more than if you had asked anyone else besides her. You were jealous, so you wanted me to hurt. I get it."

The look on his face let me know I was right. Another thought came across my mind. "You were going to apologize this morning, weren't you? But then you saw Zayn talking to me, and you changed your mind."

He closed his eyes. "How do you know everything?" He opened them back up. "I just... I wish... I don't know."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I do. You want me, but you know that you can't have me, and if you see me with anyone else, you get pissed and start being a little bitch. Don't give me that look, you know it's true. And no matter how much I care for you, we just can't date."

He looked really sad. I felt bad for being so blunt, but I didn't regret saying any of it. It needed to be said. His eyes dropped to his hands, and he said, "No matter what I say, I can't change your mind."

I scoffed. "You haven't even tried."

He then looked up at me. "Yes I have. I told you the truth, and, believe me, that was hard enough. I can't stand seeing you with Zayn because then I think that could be me if our career didn't get in the way. Our friendship had grown so much over the years, and I don't want to just throw that all away."

I cocked an eyebrow skeptically. "You seemed to yesterday. Do you even remember what you said? You told me you didn't need me. You said you could do it all on your own."

Hurt came across his face. "I didn't mean it. I was upset and..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"Well, here's some advice," I said angrily. "If you don't mean it, don't fucking say it."

Tears ran down his face silently. He quickly wiped them away. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

All my anger faded away. Seeing him cry was not something I planned on doing. Making him see he was in the wrong, yes. But not this. I scooted closer to him, and I put his face in my hands. I looked at his eyes, so blue. I caressed his face, and then I pulled him into a hug. I buried my face in his neck, missing this feeling. He was my best friend, and I didn't want to ruin that by being pissed at him. He meant his apology, and I meant it when I said, "I forgive you."

He tightened his embrace on me. I moved my face in front of his and I looked at him again. "Don't ever leave me like that again," I said, and I kissed his forehead.

"I won't," he said.

"But, still, we can't date. I would like to still be your music partner, though."

He smiled. "I would like that."

"And, I have to tell you this. Zayn asked me to be his girlfriend."

His mouth tightened. "And you said yes." It wasn't a question, more of a statement.

I nodded. He sighed. "Well, I'm happy for you," he said, forcing a smile.

I rolled my eyes. "No you're not. I know you're not happy about it, and I'm sorry, but it is what I want."

"As long as you're happy," he said. "I'm happy."

The next afternoon

I was sitting in Biology II, bored out of my fucking mind, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. No one usually texted me while I was in class, so this was weird. I checked it subtly by placing it on my thigh, and I saw it was a text from Zayn.

Hello love :) the boys and I are, regrettably, going back on tour soon, and, this was Harry's idea btw, we were going to have a party, and we wanted to know if you wanted to come. You can bring whoever you please, as long as they're not crazy ;)

I laughed at the last sentence, and everyone stared at me. "Something funny, Miss Fallin?" Dr. Hickman asked me. I looked up at the board and came up with an answer in a few seconds.

"Oh, you know. DNA is just so hilarious. I mean, look at it." I laughed again. I got a few laughs out of the other kids in the class, but Dr. Hickman wasn't amused. He simply turned back around and continued with his lecture. I responded I would come and I would bring some friends that he might recognize. I asked him when the party was, and he said it was tomorrow at 8 pm. He also asked me if I wanted to get together tonight, and I said sure. I have another date with Zayn Malik, I thought, smiling like a retard again. Dr. Hickman glared at me, but wasn't able to say anything because right then the bell rang. I ran out of the room before he could tell me to stay after.

Notes

Don't you just love how I turned kindergarten on you guys and said "criss-cross-applesauce?" I was laughing while writing it :) Hope you guys liked it. The date is going to be a little more interesting this time, and the party is going to be awesome. Please comment and subscribe and all that shiz :) tell your friends maybe?? Yes?? Anyway please let me know what ya'll think :) thanks peoples!!!