**Zya’s POV**
We all sat around and decided to make a bonfire. We set it up and Niall offered to go inside and get the stuff for smores.
“I’ll go with you babe,” Missy cheered, Niall walked inside as Missy pranced behind him.
“What does he see in her…?” Louis trailed.
“I don’t know… Hey, how about a campfire song?” Liam suggested.
“Okay what should we sing?” Harry asks.
“Hey, wanna sing with us Zya?” Zayn offered.
“Sure, how about torn?” I shrug.
Harry just shot a smirk in my direction. I retorted by sticking my tongue out at him.
“Alright, well you can sing the main vocals in the chorus then, and we’ll back up and do out solos in the versus, alright?” Harry offered.
“Wait, Niall isn’t here, we don’t have music.” Lou interrupted.
“I can play it on the guitar.” I smile.
“Alright then,” Zayn says, handing me the guitar.
I began strumming the notes.
“Thought I saw a girl brought to life, she was warm she came around, she was dignified. Showed me what it was to cry. You couldn’t be the girl I adored, you don’t seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for, but I don’t know her anymore,” Liam sang.
Then Harry started, “There’s nothing left, I used to cry, conversation has run dry, that’s what’s goin on, nothing’s fine I’m torn.”
Then came my part. “I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel.” I got into it and blacked out the world, “I’m cold and I am ashamed, lying naked on the floor, illusion never changed, into something real, I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, you’re a little late. I’m already torn.”
I finished, opening my eyes to see everyone staring at me. Oh no…
“What?” I finally speak up.
“That was amazing,” Liam said.
“You have a brilliant voice!” Harry chirped.
“Niall and his family always thought so. My mum tried to convince me to audition with Niall… but I had really bad nerves back then,” I shrug.
“But seriously, that was brilliant,” Louis added.
“Yea, sing some more,” Zayn clapped like a little girl.
“Well how about we sing your familiar song, What Makes You Beautiful?” I offer.
“Sure and you can sing my part.” Liam cheers, with a wide smile.
“Alright,” I laugh before strumming the very familiar guitar chords. “You’re insecure, don’t know what for. You’re turning heads when you walk through the doo-o-or. Don’t need makeup, to cover up. Bein the way that you are is enou-ou-ough.” I sang.
“Gawd you’re so awful.” I hear before Harry starts singing and look up to see non other than Missy, standing behind the lads, glaring at me.
“What?” I ask, still shocked.
“I said you’re awful, as in you’re voice stinks. You shouldn’t sing anymore.” She snickered.
“Her voice is amazing,” Harry protested.
“Yea, her tune is perfect and her pitch is impeccable,” Liam added.
“Oh please, I could do so much better.” She smiled.
“Well let’s hear it then,” I smile insincerely.
“Alright.” She cocked her head before clearing her throat. “Boy you can say anything you wanna, I don’t give a shh, everyone else get louder I want you back, want you back, want want you want you back.” She sang, totally off key and I swear I thought my ears were going to fall off.
I looked around at the boys before we burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Niall asked, walking up behind Missy.
“Who knows?” Missy shrugs, glaring at me, then snogging Niall’s cheek.
I glanced to see Zayn shove a finger down his throat and chuckled.
“So what were we going?” Niall asks while sitting down.
“We were singing around the bonfire.” I reply.
“Oh, let’s keep going,” He cheers.
“You know, I would, but I wouldn’t want to ruin your girlfriend’s ears with y awful singing voice. So I'm just going to go to my room.” I say, standing up.
“But you have a great voice, Zy.” He protests, grabbing my wrist.
“Maybe to you, but your princess over there thinks otherwise.” I sneer before ripping my wrist away and storming out of the room.
“I got it.” I hear someone say as I make my way up the stairs and fling myself onto my bed.
I scream very loudly before hearing a knock at my door. “Niall go away. I’m sure Missy is missing your presence.” I yell, returning my face to my pillow.
“Well first off,” Harry says opening the door, “your door isn’t locked, so you can’t keep me away. Second, I’m not Niall, and third, I don’t think Missy is to fond of me either.” He chuckled.
“Sorry…” I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, plopping himself next to me. “No worries. I know how you feel. Niall is like a brother to me and I feel like you’re a little sister. And I hate to see their of you hurt.” He smiled, rubbing my back.
“I just don’t get what he sees in her,” I say wiping a tear away.
“You sure seem to care an awful lot about who he dates for someone who isn’t in love with him,” Harry smirked at me.
“Okay. Fine. I'm in love with my best friend, okay? But it doesn’t matter because there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s not like he feels the same,” I say, sulking he head further down my shoulders.
“Well, I could have sworn by how much he talked about you, that he was in love with you too. But not a days, I honestly don’t know.” Harry shrugged.
“Well, thanks for being there for me.” I smile at him.
“Anytime Zy. I’ll always be here to protect my little sis.” He winks. “Come on,” he adds, lifting my shoulders. “Let’s go back downstairs.”
I just sigh, “I don’t wanna.” I whine.
“Well, alrighty then,” he says.
“Really?” I ask with eyes of excitement.
“Nope,” he laughs, slinging me over his shoulders.
“Harry put me down!” I laugh as he races out of the room and down the stairs. But suddenly he freezes as we reach the bottom and he places me down next to him and stares towards the door. I turn around to see what he’s looking at. “Harry, what are you-” I freeze.
There, standing at the front door, was Niall and Missy, and they were full in snogging. I felt my insides twitch, as my eyes grew watery.
“Come on Zy, let’s go outside.” Harry places an arm around my waist and leads me to the other lads outback.
“Hey, welcome back… What’s wrong Zya?” Liam asked.
“Nothing…” I mumble.
“Yeah, nothing besides the fact that you just admitted that you’re in love with you best friend and then happen to see him snogging with another girl two minutes later. Other than that, she’s perfect.” Harry adds, sitting down next to me.
I shoot him a look, “What the hell Harry?” I ask.
“What?” He throws his hands up defensively. “They would have found out eventually.”
“Whoa wait, so you’re in love with Niall?” Louis asks.
I just nod silently.