Few weeks passed by and Zayn and I were able to keep our little thing a secret. One day I was walking through the halls of college when I heard something. I stopped to listen. Someone was singing in a very melodious voice.

You never love yourself half as much as I love you

And you'll never treat yourself right, darling, but I want you to

If I let you know, I'm here for you

Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you..

The voice seemed familiar so I peeped through the door. It was Niall in their little music room. I thought I should leave but then he spotted me. "Are you peeking?" he asked keeping his guitar down. "I was just passing sorry," I answered quickly. "It's not a problem, come in," he offered kindly. "I don't think it's a good idea. Your friends might mind," I tried to refuse. "Please, they won't care," he said carelessly so I entered and he motioned me to sit next to him. I sat there and he played that part again, singing in a better way, more carefully. He finished and I clapped. "You're really great,Niall," I smiled at him and he smiled back. "It's actually my part from a song we all are working on, it's called 'little things'" he said. "Sounds interesting," I replied looking around.

"So, we haven't spoken in the last few days. What's up?" he asked. Well I couldn't tell him that I was sleeping with one of his best friends so I said, "nothing much."

We talked about a lot of things later and then he asked me, "so, still on with your hatred with Harry?" Ughhh! Obviously! I hate that guy! "Well, yeah, he's just so mean, and self-centered, and annoying and cold!" I just kept on insulting his friend and he looked really confused. "Really? Harry's mean and cold?" he looked as confused as ever. "Ya! Like look at Harry and then look at Zayn. Harry's annoying whereas Zayn's helpful. Harry is so cold whereas Zayn's been friendly to me from day 1!" I just gave a perfect comparison but Niall wasn't convinced at all. "You mean to tell me that Harry's generally bad and Zayn's generally good?" he said not believing me. "Absolutely!" I replied, trying to sound convincing. "Zayn's in deep!" he whispered to himself. I couldn't hear me clearly but I didn't even try to.

My friendship with Niall had become really strong after the time we spent in the music room last week. Zayn was really good in bed but I knew he was trying to hide something from me. What was it? Anyways, I successfully managed to avoid Harry for around a month now. But every time our eyes met, we shared deadly glares. The hate was so strong, we didn't know whose was stronger.

I was peacefully strolling through the campus, waiting for Georgia's class to end as we had planned to go shopping after she was done. I was minding my own business when my mother called. Why does she always video call?! Anyways, I had to pick up because I had used the "I was in class" excuse thrice that week already.

Mom: It feels so great to see your campus!

Me: Why did you call now?

Mom: To see how you are!

Me: I'm fine, Mummy! Can I hang up now?

Mom: No Maya listen. Your sister's using so many modern terms on us now! And if we ask her what she means, she never answers! What do I do with her?

Me: I'll talk to Manisha. Okay? (why are these complaints about my sister included in every phone call?!)

Mom: Oh my god! Those boys at the back! They have tattoos! Is this even allowed

(I turned back to see the five boys standing on the stairs behind and rolled my eyes)

Me: Ma, it's college. I'm not in school anymore. Now, bye!

I hung up! I was literally done with my parents being so typical, ugh!

Georgia's class ended and we were moving when I crashed into my arch nemesis! Why do I always bump into someone? I tried to ignore him and move ahead, "I'm sorry." "Yeah, the apology was long due," he said from behind and I stopped for a second. "Don't listen to him, babe," Georgia whispered and I started walking again. "Now you're running away? What bravery after so many things you've said to me in the past!" he called again.

"Harry, let it go, okay?" Zayn said, a little concerned. "Why bro? Let her speak. Trust me, she loves to talk," he said smugly. I would've replied with massive burns but I had promised Zayn so I just stood there, trying to hold back my anger. He let out a small laugh, "now she has nothing to say. I knew it was pointless to expect something from Miss. Goody-two-shoes!"

I turned back, walked up to him, took a deep breathe and said, "I'm not in a mood for arguing and have other things to do, so just leave me alone!" calmly. "You argued over a pen and now you're not in a mood of arguing? Wow!" he said, sarcastically. "I'm just tired of you being an immature jerk. So, just stop being so annoying!" my temper was shooting up. "I'm immature fine? Fine! But punching someone for a pen was was really mature?" he said.

"Don't talk about what you don't know, okay?!"

"Hypocrite of you, the person who thought had all the right to comment on my life and past!"

"I can still go on with that!"

"You know what, you called me insecure and powerless. But let me tell you, you're the one who's insecure! You are afraid that you might be pushed around and might not be able to fit in, so exaggerate everything! You are judgy, Maya! You always speak about what you don't know! You always think you can get away with everything you say but then complain if someone does the same. That day, you even hurt me and that was clear but no, you had no guilt. Like, people have to care about your stupid pen but you don't have to feel guilty for hurting someone. You know why? Because you are selfish, self-centered and hypocritic. You just like to hurt others' feelings and when you succeed in that, you think you've won."

He finished his rant and I've never been more hurt. Nobody has ever talked about me in that way and I actually started thinking if he was right. Am I really that bad? Tears formed in my eyes.

"You know what, Harry? I guess you're right. I guess I was just stupid enough to think that I can be a part of this world. Thanks for throwing the harsh reality on my face," saying that I ran away, crying.

Harry was a little taken by Maya's response. "Was she crying?" he asked his friends. "Dude! Are you fucking out of your mind?!" Niall exclaimed. "How could you say those stuff? She was trying so hard not to be mean but you just went on and on," Liam said, still shocked at Harry's outburst. "Harry! How could you do that to her? She was controlling herself! You didn't have to be so mean! You hurt her a lot! Do you have any idea of what you've done?" Zayn finally said. "And the pen scenario that you keep bringing up, just so you know, it belonged to her dead grandfather! Haven't you ever really put your mind into thinking why she reacted that way? You idiot!" Niall reprimanded him.

Zayn walked towards Harry in anger. "You are gonna go and apologize for what you have done, Mr Styles! And not because I asked you to. You're gonna go when you are mature enough to realize your mistakes and accept them! You understand?" said Zayn in anger. Liam and Louis exchange looks because they had never seen Zayn so mad at Harry before. Harry was also shocked but he was slowly realizing his mistake and he decided to apologize, "you're right mate. I'm gonna find her now."

Harry left, looking for Maya. "I'm just gonna head home guys," saying that Zayn left. "What the hell was that all about?" Louis asked in disbelief. "Zayn likes that girl so much that he actually was mad at Harry!" Liam added. "I knew it!" Niall exclaimed.

End of chapter. I know I made Harry look like a douche but he'll get better, I promise. I'll keep updating! XoXo.