Ana’s POV
I know I have feelings for Zayn. Being alone in a room with him isn’t helping either. I’m standing next to him. I just admitted the one thing that is hardest for me to say right now. I think I’m in love with Harry, but it might not be real. It could just be a veil created from his kindness.
“Sex tie-breaker?” Zayn jokes. I smile into his chest, but step back anyway. I take a deep breath. There’s only one thing to do. I need to try living without either of them. I’m not sure how I can do it. They’re all I’ve known since I got out of my prison and away from Kyle.
“I need to back to America once it’s safe and be without either of you for awhile. Then I can decide who I have real feelings for.” I rush the words out, and sigh once they’re all out. I can’t rethink this now. Zayn leans against the chair and a tear rolls down his cheek. I can’t tell what’s going on his head, but it can’t be good. He practically runs over to me and grabs my face in his hands. He searches my teary eyes for a brief second then smashes his lips to mine. I don’t pull away. I move my lips against his. I guess he wasn’t kidding when he said sex tie-breaker.
Zayn bites my lip and I moan into the kiss. He pushes me up against the wall roughly. I gasp as my back connects with bruises from that being done to me too many times. Zayn seems to have taken my gasp as pleasure instead of pain and trails his fingers up my sides. I tangle my fingers in his hair and he leans down and kisses my neck. He nips at my collar bone and I realize what I’m doing. I’m kissing my boyfriend’s best friend! What the hell am I doing? I try to push Zayn away, but he doesn’t budge.
“Don’t push it, Sweetheart,” He says. I freeze. That’s what Kyle used to say to me. I developed feelings for this guy, and he’s just like Kyle. Zayn feels me tense up and looks in my eyes. “Just go along with it. It’ll be okay Sweetheart,” He whispers romantically. I kiss him again. This time more reservedly I kiss him more reservedly. I kiss him like I used to kiss Kyle. Zayn takes what he can get and starts to take off my shirt. I don’t fight him, but I don’t help him either. My unwillingness doesn’t phase him. He runs his hands up my breasts and brings our faces together again. He rips off his shirt and presses his body closer to mine. I can feel his heart beating, but I don’t want to. I don’t want him this close to me.
“Please,” I whisper. Zayn doesn’t hear me or doesn’t care. He slides his hands around me and unhooks my bra. I hear a creak and something crash to the floor. I look over to the noise, expecting to see Doc, but I see Harry. He has tears in his eyes, but I don’t understand what’s going on. Is he mad at me?
“How could you?” He says. His voice is shaking. I look between him and Zayn and they’re both staring at me expecting an answer.
“Kyl- I mean Zayn…” I trail off when I realize what happened. Zayn looks at me with shock and hurt on his face. Harry tackles him to the floor.
“What the hell did you do?” He screams at him. Tears are rolling down my face as I try to pull them off each other, but they won’t let up. I don’t know what to do, but I see an open door. I need to escape. My first instinct is to grab my clothes and run. It doesn’t matter that it’s Harry and Zayn. All I see is Doc and Kyle trying to hurt me. I pull the shirt over my head as I run for the door.
Harry’s POV
Niall, Louis, Liam and Brandon ran to the store to grab some champagne and celebratory snacks. We had a meeting with an investigator in the morning and Kyle was in custody! I open the door and look around to see my best mate and Ana with their shirts off and kissing. Ana looks up at me confused. Zayn looks up and smirks. I look back at the girl I’m in love with and she looks lost.
“How could you?” I ask her. She looks to Zayn as if I’m talking to him, but he’s looking at her too.
“Kyl- I mean Zayn,” She says. Kyle. She almost called Zayn Kyle. He had to have done something to her to make her think she had to have sex with him. She didn’t do anything wrong, at least she doesn’t think she does. I run at Zayn and tackle him to the ground.
“What the hell did you do to her?” I scream at him. How could he do anything to my Ana? I hear Ana sobbing and I feel her pulling at me to get me off of Zayn, but I ignore it. When I look up, she’s gone. I hear the door slam and jump to my feet.
“I didn’t do a damn thing to her!” Zayn screams while standing up. I laugh. It was the only thing I could do.
“You did something to make her think you’re Kyle or one of his friends. She doesn’t know where she is right now,” I explain heatedly. How could he be so stupid.
“Oh.”