a day in the right direction

Destini POV

I walked in on Zayn and Zaynab having a little make out session in the recording studio, and I am still in shock. I was polite enough to wait until Zayn left the room to start fan girling but I could not contain it any longer. " oh my god, you were kissing frickin Zayn Malik. your celebrity crush sense like x-factor! Zaynab I cant even tell you how envious I am of you right now. omg we have to tell Shania. wow." I looked at her and she could not be any redder. I calmed myself down and tried to get the story out of her.
she sat me down and told me everything. from Zayn singing Zaynab her favorite song, little things by one direction and her spilling out why she looks up to Zayn, which I only know why and about how they in up in the chair. I was occasionally nodding at appropriate times and tried to maintain my sanity. at the end of her fantasy story she shrugged and said," yeah but it was probably just in the heat of the moment, so it probably didn't mean anything to him, so why bother...." I was so sadden how little confidence she had in herself.
"little babe I love you but you are being stupid, look at me." she lifted her gaze from her hands and met my eyes.
" babe, you need to start believing in yourself and stop beating up on yourself just because you think you can beat someone to it. you are the most intelligent, beautiful, carefree and craziest best friend I could ever ask for. and sweetie not trying to upset you but I will always love you flaws and all, and don't you ever let anyone tell you didn't. you just tell to see the crazy bitch that is me from down the street. because even though you're older then me I think of you as a little sister. not because you act childish and perverted all the time but because you've seem to lost touch with the person who wasn't shy around new faces and didn't care to be different. where's that Zaynab? I love you, sis but you can always be you own victim."

Her eyes were becoming glossy and I could tell after all I just said she just needed a hug. I pulled her into to me and let her embrace me. I rubbed her back and heard her sniffle. I needed to lighten up the mood so I said," and besides if Zayn doesn't see the awesome in you then you can just share harry with me." she pulled away and gave me a weird look then burst in laughter. it only took a few seconds for me to join her, I actually had to hold my stomach from the pain accruing from it. we heard a knock at the door and saw harry standing there leaning against the door frame with smug smile on his face. he was wearing a dark green V-neck rolled up at the sleeves and black skinny jeans with his usual black boots. on anyone else this outfit would look horrible but on harry I find my self loss with words.

" um ladies, if you're ready to go we're all heading out now to the movies." Harry's accent made everything sound like it was spoken by someone who never was mad, heartbroken or angry. just so care free. "oh ok, come on Zaynab" I said while grabbing her hand and leading her in front of me. she slipped past harry giving him a small smile and walked down the hallway I followed after her, I heard harry close the door to the studio and walk behind me.
" so what's this I hear about me being shared" harry whispered in my ear. I couldn't help but smile and blush real hard because he had over heard what I said, major fail. out of the corner of my eye I saw harry chuckle and shake his curls out, giving me goose bumps. whoa the things this boy does to me.

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