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Am I Really Your's?

The Apology

*Niall's point of view*
God I messed up. Star probly hates me for putting her in that situation, even though it was the guys "surprise show up" that screwed everything up.

"You guys are the best you know that?" I spat at them as soon as Star and Louis left.

"Hey! We were just coming to see if you guys wanted to hang out!" Harry almost yells back. "Obviously you guys had other plans. I'm going home, night," and Harry left. I was so embarrassed that they had seen me in that state with Star. For peat-sake I just met the gal.

It seemed like I had known her for so much longer though. I can now honestly say I love this girl, but if I told the lads that, they would probly kill me then and there. They were always the ones I went to talk with about these things, who am I suppose to go to now?

*Star's Point of View*

I woke up the next day in my bed thank goodness. I am so stupid. Why did I agree to go to Niall's place anyway? I guess I though he was the most innocent out of them, but I think he had done that quite a few times from how persuasive he was. God I'm stupid...

"Goodmorning!" my mom comes in with a big smile on her face. "Soooo?"

"Soo?" I ask in a confused voice.

"How was your date with that lovely young man? Kyle?"

"Niall..." I say remembering the good part of the date with a small smile.

"A smile is good right?" my mom asks looking down at me. I shake my head in agreement and she starts to squeal. "I'm sorry! I told my self I wasn't going to do that, ummm....I'm real sorry, I would love to chat more but I have work this morning and you have school. Unless you aren't..."feeling well," she says with a little emphasis on feeling well.

I lay back on my bed with a dramatic flare of my arms and a grunt at the end collapsing with a hand on my for-head. "Oh me oh my! You have a fever. You must stay home," my mom says like a robot. I smile at her and she says goodbye so she can leave for work.

*BZZZZZZT.......BZZZZZZT*

I look over at my phone and see a text from "Zayniepoo"

Zayniepoo: Hey! You need a ride to school?

Me: Awwww! your soo SWEET! I am staying home 2day...

Zayniepoo: What?!?!? What happened?

Zayniepoo:nevr mind... I'm coming over.
And before I could protest I heard a knock on my door.

"Oh god....what happened?!" Zayn asks when I opened the door.

"I'm fine... I'm fine."

"Why are you staying home then?" he asks in a worried tone.

"My mom is letting me stay home as a "sick day," I say.

"Oh...." Zayn says relaxing a little.

"Do you think..."I say and bite my lip.

"What? Tell me? I'll do it in a heart beat. Just tell me," He says lifting my chin up with his fingers.

"Can you stay? Here with me?" I ask shrinking as if knowing I'll get the opposite answer I want.

"I was waiting for you to ask," he says as he comes in, shuts the door, and rushes to me to give a hug. I hug back and feel better instantly; as if all my embarrassment and worry from Niall was lifted off my shoulders. "Just let me call me mom and the boys to let them know I'm feeling sick."

"Alright," I say and go out into the living room.

*Zayn's point of veiw*
"Hey mum...actually I'm not feeling so well...yea...Ms. Styles offered to take care of me since she knew you had work today...yea is that okay if I skip school then?...okay thanks mom."

After my conversation with my mom, I went out into the living room where I found Star just now dropping a whole bunch of blankets onto the floor where she moved the coffee table to clear a big space; all the pillows from the couches were on the ground in a pile also.

"Blanket Fort?" I ask.

"Yup! and I have some movies.. and snacks.. and I have you," she says and I make my way over to her with every thing she lists. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close and say, "I must say, we need to do this more." She nods and I look down into her dark blue eyes. I look down to her lips and decide I should probably wait since that whole thing with Niall is still a freshly cut wound.

"Shall we get started then?" I ask.

"Of course!" She says with an excited tone. She leaves the room into the kitchen and comes back with a small plastic container with tacks in it. This should be fun.