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Harry entered his apartment and was shook. Zayn came out of his room and was shocked to see Harry teary-eyed. "Haz, what's wrong?" he asked with worry written all over his face. He'd seen Harry like this only once before and that was something he promised to never share with anyone. "Am I like h-h-him?" asked Harry with his voice breaking. "Like whom?" Zayn was confused for a while. But then he could guess. "If you're talking about what I'm thinking then you're wrong Harry Edward Styles!" Zayn said with all force.

Harry slowly fell to the floor. Maya's words kept ringing in his ears. Zayn sighed, he came and sat in front him, "you've got to let these things go, bro." "It's easier said than done," Harry said wiping the year that had fallen from his eye. "What happened, mate?" Zayn asked, concerned. "She told me things that I felt towards him!" Harry said in his broken voice. "Who?" Zayn asked. "M-Maya," Harry squeaked. He told Zayn all that happened in the hallway.

"Oh, my god," said Zayn, "this is bad." "Was she right?" Harry asked with innocence in his eyes. No one could ever see through his bad reputation and identify the pain in his eyes, but Zayn knew everything. "She wasn't entirely right, okay? You got a little carried away because of the fight and you did something you shouldn't have done. But she doesn't know you, Hazza. If she did, she would've never said anything like that," Zayn finished his explanation and looked expectantly at Harry. "If you say so, man," Harry said with a childlike expression. He got up and walked inside his room. "Umm Zayn," he said while looking back, "please don't tell anyone about what happened now."

"Have I ever," Zayn said to himself and left the place.

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Someone had rang my doorbell and I thought it was Lana or Georgia. I opened the door and found Zayn standing there. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. I could tell he was mad but, was he mad at me?

"Zayn? Whatcha doing here?"I asked with confusion and politeness. "Why, Maya, why?" he asked and that's when it striked me. Harry must've told him. But why would he be only mad at me? His friend wasn't very kind either. "I know what you're talking about and I don't have time for this," I said, "come in." He came in and closed the door behind him. "Maya, I know he hates you and you hate him but it'd be great if you two just stop radiating the hate," he said very politely. And I wasn't expecting him to be so calm. "You know the Harry that he pretends he is but what you don't know is who he really is. He's not bad. I know, he shouldn't have done anything he has but you were also not right all the time. I'm not asking you to be friends with him or even be nice to him but I request you to please not say anything to him. He has some serious sensitive issues and if someone touches them, he can't take it most of the time. So, it's best that you two just avoid each other and even if you have to talk, just be civil. You okay with that?" he finally finished and damn he's so convincing. His words came circling in my mind and he was Harry's best friend so I don't expect him to lie. I let out a breath and finally said, "okay, I get what you mean." He smiled at me, "I'd hoped you would."

"You're a really great friend, Zayn," I said smiling at him. "And you're really understanding, Maya," he smiled. There was silence for a moment and as I tried to look in a different direction, his eyes were fixed on me. I felt self-concious for a second and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "It looks better on your forehead than tucked back," he said and put both of us in confusion but I still put it on my forehead loosely. He weakly smiled at me and came forward. He gently adjust the strand on my forehead and whispered in my ear, "perfect." Wow! It clearly wasn't something I was expecting. "Thanks," I whispered back even though he still hadn't moved backwards. "You're beautiful! he whispered in my ear, leaning forward. "What makes you think that?" I asked, blushing slightly. "Everything about you," he replied. Wait, I thought he was here to be mad at me and shout at me for literally scaring off his friend but now here he was, complimenting me continuously. "You know you don't have to lie," I said. "I don't lie without a good even reason, Maya" he smirked and damn! That smirk! It could literally cut me in half. "Zayn..." I whispered weakly. He looked at me in the eye and started coming closer. But I didn't move back either. He caressed my right cheek softly making me slightly ticklish and I smiled at him. "Zayn, you don't have to. I mean it's okay. If you want to then you can move back. I don't mind..." I kept slowly blabbering and he pulled me by my waist and kissed me! I was a little taken back at first but I didn't stop. I kissed him back. It was one of the most passionate kisses I ever had. We parted, still holding on to each other. Buzz! It was my phone! My mom was video calling me. She would've flipped if she had seen a guy at my apartment, especially such a hot guy!

"Zayn you have to leave right now!" I said, panicking. "What's wrong?" there was concern in his voice. "Nothing. It's my mom. She doesn't get this stuff. I'll see you later. You live right across the hall. I'll call you tomorrow. Just leave for now, please," I said frantically. "Okay, okay. Just calm down. I'll talk to you later," he said that, gave me a light kiss and went. Did he just kiss me while leaving? Not the time for this Maya!

I picked up the call.

Mom: What took you so long?Me: I was in the washroom, Ma!Mom: Oh okay. You're studies are going well no?Me: Yes Mom!Mom: I really miss you. I wish you hadn't gone there.(Sentimental drama every Indian mother does, ugh)Me:Manisha is there with you. She'll keep you happy.Mom: You're sister barely talks to us so don't even talk about her. Never seen a fifteen year old with so much attitude!Me: Ma! I had more attitude than her. And fifteen year olds are supposed to have a whopping attitude.Mom: I don't get you kids these days. I was married by the time I was your age!(As if it's the same generation and as if I'm anything like her)Me: I don't have time for this. I've got studies. Bye!Mom: Bye, sweetie! Take care.I ended the call and actually went to study. After it was really late, I fell on my bed straight. It was one of the longest days of my life. I rejected a guy, intensely fought with one, kissed another and handled my mom being my typical mom, all within 3 hours! What did the kiss with Zayn mean? And what did the kiss when he was leaving mean? And what was all that he blabbered about Harry? I don't know but man, Zayn Malik is a great kisser. But, after all that he's said, I'm still gonna hate his best friend!

So? What do you think will happen next? Please tell me if you are liking the story or not.XoXo