Sucky chapter, I know. I'm so sorry. I had writers block like TERRIBLY! But I know what's going to happen from here on out and I'll be able to write it easily, so chapters should come more quickly. xx
Melanie's POV
"Erm... Let's just return to to the game, shall we?" Zayn said after an awkward silence following when Harry followed Ella out of the room.
We all murmured in agreement. Before we restarted, Liam backed out of the circle, looking slightly upset.
Zayn took the bottle and spun it with little force. It hardly spun around the circle once before landing directly in front of me.
Grinning cheekily at me, Zayn leaned across the circle and paused when his face was mere centimeters away from mine.
Determined to win, I sat on my hands. After hesitating for just a second, Zayn brought his face to mine and kissed me lightly.
Even though the kiss started light and easy, the fireworks I felt were anything but light and easy. I immediately felt connected to him in every way possible. It took all my might not to reach out and wrap my arms around my neck, intwining my fingers through his hair.
The kiss continued, gaining intensity. I was having a difficult time keeping my arms down, but thankfully, Zayn succumbed and reached a hand up to my neck. Even though I won, and technically our round was over, our lips stayed firmly locked together. I let my arms snake up around his neck, my fingers finding home in his thick hair.
"Woohoo! Get it Zayn!" Louis shouted while Niall's joyful laughter filled the room.
Grinning widely, I pulled back.
"I think I won." I said.
"Uhm, I don't think so, Missy. We both touched each other." Zayn teased.
"Whoa whoa whoa! I only touched you because you already lost. Just admit your defeat." I said, poking him in the ribs.
"Doesn't matter, you still touched me!"
"Fine! We'll redo!" I grinned cheekily.
"Oh god, get a room!" Niall said. He smiled at us but rolled his eyes.
"Alright." Zayn stood, pulling me up by the hand.
Both of us giggling like twelve year olds, Zayn led me out of the room. We turned to corner and ran smack into two intertwined figures.
"Ella? Harry?" I gasped, totally shocked. Zayn stared at them in bewilderment. Their figures were wrapped tightly around each other and their lips were locked firmly together.
At the sound of my gasp, they broke apart, but only their faces. Their bodies remained wrapped together. They smiled shyly at each other before turning to grin sheepishly at us.
At that very moment, Liam decided to round the corner behind us, repeating my action of gasping in shock. His eyes filled with shock and betrayal, before he stormed off in the opposite direction.
"Liam..." Zayn followed after him, pulling me with. I sent Ella a meaningful look before hurrying up to Zayn.
Zany and I followed Liam into a room I assumed to be his. It was very neat with light blue walls.
Liam sat on his bed, fuming. I could practically see the rage emanating off of him.
"Liam, are you okay?" I asked slowly, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, of course, I'm fine, it's whatever." he tried brushing it off like it was nothing. The anger and betrayal that filled his eyes told a different story.
Zayn looked at me for a second before glancing at Liam. "Maybe you should go talk to Ella and Harry..." he suggested.
"Okay." I agreed easily, understanding that Liam probably didn't want to talk with me there.
I quickly retraced my steps and found Ella and Harry in the same spot as they were, their foreheads pressed together, whispering to each other.
Ella's POV
There were no sounds other than the light brushing noise of Harry's lips against mine. From the first moment our lips touched I knew who I wanted. The sparks I felt with Liam were nothing compared to the fireworks I felt with Harry.
There was a nagging stab of guilt in the back of my mind, but I ignored it, clutching myself closer to Harry.
A gasp sliced through the silence and I slowly pulled away from Harry. I met his timid grin with one of my own, my eyes sparkling happily, before turning to see who had gasped.
Zayn and Melanie were standing in front of us, looking shocked. I gave them an awkward smile and was about to start explaining when Liam popped out from around the corner. He looked sad and angry, but I didn't get a really good look at him. He pounded off in the other direction without saying a word.
"Liam…" Zayn followed after his retreating figure, towing Mel with him. Melanie gave me a look that clearly said "You've got some explaining to do." before letting Zayn pull her through the hall.
"Ugh!" I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "What have I done?" my words were muffled by my hands.
"You didn't do anything, love." Harry said quietly, putting a finger under my chin and lifting my head up so I was looking at him. He pressed his forehead down against mine, his warm minty breath washing over me.
"Yes I did." I said shamefacedly. "I hurt him. And I may have just broken you guy's friendship."
"No you didn't. Liam's just upset right now, he'll get over it, I promise. It's our fault, we were pressuring you." He rubbed a calming hand up and down my arm.
"Thanks Harry." I said, letting his reassurance calm me.
"Ahem." A voice I knew almost as well as my own spoke up from a few feet away.
"I think there's some things you guys should explain." Melanie said flatly.
I nodded, knowing she was right. I started heading down the hall in the direction of Liam's room.
"Not yet. Tell me first." She insisted, opening a door to a random room and pulling me and Harry inside.
"So…" Melanie prompted looking up at the two of us in anticipation.
I quickly explained the surge of jealousy I felt when Harry was kissing Ariana, how I stormed out and Harry found me and then I fell silent. Harry could explain the rest.
"I knew she was confused and she didn't know who she liked. But I've always believed that if you kiss someone and you don't feel sparks, you're not meant to be together. But she never kissed me, only Liam, so how was she supposed to know. So I told her to kiss me and er… she did." Harry explained.
"Did you feel sparks with Harry?" Melanie asked, looking interested instead of disapproving. Harry looked at me, waiting for an answer too.
"Yeah, I did."
"Did you feel sparks with Liam?"
"Yeah." I purposefully looked anywhere but Harry's deep gaze.
"Who's were stronger." Melanie looked extremely amused at my avoidance of answering.
"Harry's. Way stronger."
Harry could help the grin that spread slowly across his face.
"So, that means you like Harry most?" Melanie clarified.
"Yes." I hooked an arm around Harry's waist for emphasis.
"Well, I'm happy for the two of you, but you guys are going to need to explain to Liam. I don't think he's going to be as understanding as I am." Melanie said.
I sighed, I had to do it eventually.
"Okay, I'll go talk to him. Can you let him know first?" I asked.
"I'll come with you." Harry proposed.
"No, I think this is something that should just be the two of us." I said firmly.
"Okay, I'll go let him know you want to talk to him." Melanie exited the room and started down the hall.
Liam's POV
There was a light knock on the door before Melanie's small figure entered.
"Liam, Ella wants to know if she can talk to you." She said.
"Sure," I muttered.
"Okay, Zayn, leggo." She clutched his hand and yanked him out of the room.
Ella came in seconds later and shut the door. She looked sad and hesitant, along with beautiful.
"You don't have to say it, I get it." I said, not meeting her eyes.
"No, I do." Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, before popping back open. She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and let out a long breath before sitting down next to me on my bed.
"Liam, I'm sorry." She started. "I never would have imagined that when I would come to London, the first people I met would be so amazing. And two of those amazing people would actually fall for me. I feel terrible. I shouldn't have led the both of you on for so long, but I was confused. I liked you, but I liked Harry too. It was one of those thing where you have two equally great things you have to choose from. I really thought that I liked you more than Harry, and I hate saying it, but I was wrong. But it's not like I don't like you, I do. And I really want to be friends with you. Best friends, if you don't mind." She glanced up at me hopefully.
Her eyes were shining with hope and she had a small smile on her face, but she also looked sad and regretful.
"Of course we can be best friends." I grinned, pushing away the sadness. As upset as I was that Ella's final decision wasn't me, I wasn't going to dwell on it. Even though I wanted to be more than friends, I would take what I could.
"Yay!" she gave me a hug and I pretended for a few seconds that I was the one she wanted to be more than friends with.
"Let's go into the pool!" she hopped up and pushed on the door.
"OWW!" Three different voices complained after I heard the sound of the door hitting three heads.
"You little eavesdroppers you!" Ella shook a finger at Harry, Mel, and Zayn who were rubbing their heads.
"You caught us. Now let's swim!" Zayn cheered. He put his arm around Melanie's shoulder and started leading her down the stairs.
Ella looked somewhat awkwardly me and Harry before shrugging and grabbing both our hands. She hauled me and Harry along with her as she followed Zayn and Mel to the pool.
The rest of the day passed easily enough, messing around and laughing in the pool. But when Ella and her huge group of friends left, I couldn't help but feel a ping of jealousy when she kissed Harry goodbye.
"You okay buddy?" Niall asked, looking concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. I was. I was a bit upset about it, but I would get over it. Harry and I were totally cool with each other now, which was really important for the sake of the band, and Harry was so happy. I would find someone soon enough.