"I love you Bre," Josh stated, looking over at me with a smile.

I rolled my eyes at him, not saying anything. The statement had come many times, especially over the last few months, and I had learned to just shrug it off as nothing.

He watched me for a minute to see if I would respond and when I didn't, he sighed quietly. I thought we'd be used to this by now, but it still hurt him which hurt me. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to give him the response he wanted.

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my head and focus on the movie that we were watching. A feat easier said than done, since I spent the rest of the movie sneaking glances at my best friend.

The two of us together was not a new concept, and I had to admit that I had entertained the idea more than once. But for some reason, every time the thought came to me, it just didn't feel right.

Leaning back against the couch cushions, I closed my eyes for a minute. When I opened them, I could feel Josh's eyes resting on me. I looked over at him. "Yes?"

"You alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

I bit my lip, hard, mostly out of guilt. There was no way I could tell him what I was really thinking, but he was my best friend and we had always told each other everything. "Just tired I guess," I replied, telling him a half truth.

He smiled softly, getting up. "Movie's over anyway, go to bed babe," he said, walking over and kissing the top of my head.

I nodded, blowing him a kiss good bye as he slipped his shoes on and walked out the door. Once he was gone, I sighed heavily, closing my eyes again. Now that the distractions were gone, my brain was free to wander where it liked, which was never a good thing.

It wasn't that I didn't love Josh. Because I did. But I loved him as a friend, or as a brother, not as whatever he wanted us to be. We had been best friends since third grade, and while we had gone through everything together, I couldn't bring myself to think about him in that way.

Groaning, I opened my eyes again, sitting up. I knew that all of that was just part of the reason I didn't love Josh. I also knew exactly what the other part, the main reason, was, but couldn't bring myself to admit it.

Couldn't bring myself to admit that I was in love with one of Josh's best friends. That was the real reason I could never return his affection, the real reason I rolled my eyes every time he told me he loved me. Because I was in love with a boy who I had seen only once.

I really was pathetic. Here was this funny, smart, and yes, cute, boy who actually liked me and who do I fall for? One of said boy's friends; a person I had never even spoken to. A person that probably didn't even know my name. A person by the name of Zayn Malik.

Looking at the clock, I noticed just how late it really was and slowly got off the couch, shuffling into my bedroom. I changed and got ready quickly, collapsing into bed. Checking my phone, I noticed I had one new text message.

Hey Banana, doing anything tomorrow night?

I had to grin at Josh's use of the nickname that I had been given as a child. My whole family had called me either Breanna Banana or just Banana since I was little, and when Josh had heard about it, it had become his permanent nickname for me.

Not that I know of. Why, got something planned?

I sent back, rolling onto my side. Even after all these years, I still half depended on Josh to make plans for us, no matter how sad that was. He was just better at coming up with fun things to do than I was.

Yeah, we've got a concert. Want to come?

Was the reply a moment later. I couldn't stop my breath from hitching slightly as I read the text. A concert would mean seeing Zayn again. Because, oh yeah, my best friend just happened to be the drummer for the world famous band, One Direction, of which Zayn was a member.

If you're offering free tickets, then I am in!

I replied, grinning as I pictured Josh rolling his eyes at my response. But hey, I was never one to give up free stuff. A few texts later, our plan was set, we had said our good nights, and I was curled up in my blanket thinking about tomorrow.