Friend Zoned

“We have some… admirers over there.” I heard her chuckle over the music, which was just transitioning into Can’t Believe It.

“Want to turn it up a notch?” She questioned into my ear. I nodded my head in response as we made eye contact, both knowing exactly what to do. I guess you could say twerking was our thing. We had taken it up just for laughs and somehow, only god knows, found out that we were actually pretty good. We had moved through the levels quite quickly and had made it to nationals, winning. It is funny to think back to it now, its popularity has sky rocketed but it was always a great trick to have up our sleeves. We began moving in sync with the music. Attention was drawing to us from the men around us and Harry, Liam and Zayn moved from their position at the bar, coming towards us. I saw Louis and Niall appear out of the corner of my eye and I smiled to myself. The five boys had circled around us so we ramped up our movements even more, using each other to our advantage. The song ended too soon for my liking and was replaced by a slower song. We stopped and took up our previous position, swaying to the beat. I looked around innocently at the darkened eyes of the boys surrounding us.

“Where did that come from?” Harry asked.

“Where did what come from Curly?” I asked in response.

“That hot little stunt of yours,” Louis answered for him.

“What? We were just dancing,” Piper, answered him nonchalantly.

“If you call that dancing we are taking you out every night,” Zayn said.

“And you’re dancing with us,” Liam added, Niall nodded at his statement.

“I thought you had a girlfriend Liam,” I said.

“More or less,” he shrugged.

“Ok less chit-chat, come dance with me.” Zayn said holding his hand out for me to take. Piper let go of me and pushed me forwards into him. Before I had the chance to turn around and glare at her, Zayn had begun pulling us through the crowd away from the cheering others, I rolled my eyes at them and followed Zayn so I didn’t fall over. He found a spot and spun me around to face him, placing his arms around my waist. I put my arms around his shoulders, resting my head on his chest. We danced like that for a while longer, making small talk here and there before my feet couldn’t take it any longer and my throat dried up.

We headed back over to the bar and for some reason I chose more alcohol to quench my thirst; It probably wasn’t the smartest decision as it pushed me further into the drunk category which probably wasn’t good to be in around One Direction and well Zayn. Niall had come over to collect us and we all made it safely back to the flats that the boys owned, bloody hell!
Was it really necessary to by the whole thing? Apparently so.

“You are so drunk,” Zayn said guiding me inside.

“Says you,” I poked him in the chest.

“You and Piper are both too drunk to drive so I’m making an executive decision that you are staying with us,” Liam, who looked to be the least drunk out of us informed me, pressing the up button on the elevator.

“Where are we going to stay?” I asked him.

“Piper’s staying with me,” Harry announced, I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll be watching you Styles, every move. Don’t you dare use her,” I threatened him.

“Still feisty even when she’s drunk,” Louis commented, I heard Zayn chuckle beside me.

“Ok so that’s Piper covered seeing as all our other flats are occupied.”

“Well what about me?”

“That’s your choice. I’m guessing that you’ll be staying with the idiot who has his arm wrapped around your waist but all our doors are open if you need them.” Niall informed me, gesturing between Zayn and I. Zayn chuckled and pulled me closer to him. I just nodded.

“What level are you on?” I asked curiously, turning to face Zayn after we entered the lift.

“Zayn got the top,” Liam said. I turned to him with raised eyebrows.

“How’d you manage that one?” I asked as we reached the level that Niall and Louis were departing on.

“He won a game of pool; we’ll be up for breakfast tomorrow!” Niall called over his shoulder while helping a very tipsy Louis out of the elevator.

“No way, we can all go out!” Zayn called back as the doors slid shut.

The lift stopped twice more letting the others out. I sent one last death glare at Harry before we continued to the top.

“Pool hey?” He nodded. “I’ll have to beat you sometime.”

“You think you can beat me?”

“Hell yes, I’m amazing. I know I’ll beat you.”

“We will have to organise it then.” He winked at me as the doors slid open.

“Game on,” I said pushing past him and approaching the only door in the short corridor. I leaned against the doorframe waiting for him to unlock the door. He reached up above the frame, his shirt rising slightly to reveal some of his toned stomach and his heart-shaped tattoo. He retracted the key and smirked at me after realising I was basically checking him out, I just stood there blushing. He unlocked the door before replacing the key and gesturing for me to enter.

“Such a gentlemen.”

“One of my star qualities,” He chuckled when I rolled my eyes at him.

“This flat is incredible!” I said looking around and taking in the view from the glass walls.

“I’ll show you round if ya want.” I nodded and he pulled me off into a hallway. He had the basics, the living room we were just in, a dining room, kitchen, bathroom, laundry plus a big expanse that was like a theatre room, which contained gaming devices, televisions, records and a lot of other stuff. Apparently they had renovated the guest bedroom and another room to make it and there was another access point to it so all the boys could use it whenever. Everything was tasteful and expensive and I was slightly jealous because it was seriously amazing. And then I was lead to the master bedroom, his bedroom. The complex they lived in was pretty high to begin with and the view from his bedroom was beautiful, not to mention the rest of his surprisingly neat room.

“This is where you will be sleeping tonight,” he told me entering his walk-in wardrobe. I followed him. “Do you want just a shirt to sleep in or boxers as well?” he asked after gathering a few things together.

“Um a shirt’ll do thanks,” he nodded grabbing a shirt a chucking it to me. “Where are you sleeping?” I asked him.

“On the couch.” I looked at him like he was stupid. Why would he give up his bed for me?

“Zayn, you don’t have to do that. I’ll take the couch. It’s nice enough of you to even let us stay, let alone letting me use your bed.”

“I’m only sleeping in this bed if you do too; I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” I looked down nervously, unsure of what to do. My mind was having a mental debate about the options when Zayn’s voice broke through.

“Chelsea, don’t worry, I won’t try anything on you.” I nodded but he continued. “I’m still getting over Perrie and I’m having major trust issues myself because although the media betrayed it as me cheating on Perrie, it was honestly the other way around. She cheated on me with the guy she’s engaged to now. I just don’t understand how anyone could do that to someone they supposedly loved. It’s even worse that people think I’m the uncommitted, unfaithful one. I guess I now know that she isn’t my true love but either way it hurt me and it was wrong. I don’t even care that the relationship was just for publicity because I thought I had fallen for her. Don’t worry, I’m not about to drag someone who I somehow feel extremely comfortable around and get along with well and who I really want to know better into the mix by trying to sleep with her!” he vented to me, running his fingers though his hair.

“Oh Zayn, I’m sorry,” I said engulfing him in a hug and rubbing my hands soothingly down his back. “About three months ago I found my ex in bed with a bitch from school. I know we weren’t engaged but we had been together since my sixteenth birthday and it was a shock and I was heartbroken. Apparently he kept me around because he ‘loved’ me and I gave ‘amazing’ blowjobs but they weren’t adequate enough to deal with all of his ‘needs’ so if I was going to continue being his stubborn girlfriend who shied away from having sex than I would have to deal with him sleeping with her and other people.” He pulled me back to arms distance looking at me with sorrow before pulling me into him again.

“Chelsea, that is terrible. Do you want to shower?” I nodded my head after I pulled away. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom I had stood in only minutes before. He instructed me on how to use the shower and left his shirt and a towel out for me. I thanked him and took a quick shower removing all my makeup before undoing my hair and pulling it into a messy bun on top of my head. Zayn was waiting for me in his bedroom and his eyes scanned my body hungrily before shaking his head.

“Here,” he stood and handed me a glass of water which I thanked him for. I placed it on a bedside table turning around just in time to witness Zayn leaping onto his bed face-first. I laughed and he turned to face me, his eyes travelling over my body again. “My shirt suits you,” he told me settling into the side of the bed opposite me. I picked up the pillow closest to me and threw it at him playfully.

“The couch is still free you know.”

“Hey, I believe that honesty is the best policy too,” he said with a wink, quoting me from earlier. He pulled back the covers and patted the space beside him. I rolled my eyes at him but got into the bed anyway, scooting closer to his warm body out of instinct. He didn’t seem to mind though, wrapping his arm around my waist and bringing me even closer to him.

“Good night Chelsea,” he said with a yawn.

“Night Zayn,” I mumbled as darkness overtook my body.

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