One Way.
One Way.
Chapter Eight.
Cassandra's POV
Things with Niall didn't get better. We fought constantly and I always ended up crying in my room with Zayn trying to comfort me. Rehearsals with Liam for our duet continued.
To be honest, I hated rehearsals. The way he sang to me was like he meant every word of the song. But I knew he didn't.
It was Christmas Eve and Liam and I only had a few more rehearsals before the first concert of the tour that started on January 1st.
I walked into the room and Liam was sitting there surrounded by the background girls. They were all busy trying to get his attention but he was kind of staring off into the distance. Something was on his mind.
I coughed awkwardly and the girls scooted away from Liam to take their places at the background mics.
Liam's eyes lit up when he saw me but something seemed to cross his mind, clouding the happiness in his gorgeous eyes.
After rehearsal I grabbed my jacket and went to leave but Liam grabbed my hand to stop me.
"Cass... I.. I have to get this out. I need you to know th-"
He was cut off by the sound of my phone going off.
"Hold that thought, Liam," I said, noticing that it was a call from Niall.
"Hey babe!" came the voice of my boyfriend, I could hear partying in the background. "What are you doing, Niall?"
He giggled drunkenly. "Just chillin with some girlzzz... and yooou? How was rahursal wif mah homie Liam?" he hiccupped and I hung up the phone, tears springing into my violet eyes.
I looked back at Liam and faked a smile like everything was alright.
"Liam, can you just tell me that later? I really have to go..."
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When I got home, Zayn was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He looked so upset, it hurt me to see the pain in his expression.
"Z, babe, what's wrong?" I asked, crossing the room to pull him into my arms. My voice startled him and he attempted to wipe away the tears, thinking I wouldn't notice he had been crying.
He finally gave up, realizing that it was too late to hide. He pulled his face close to mine so that our lips were almost touching but immediately pulled away.
"I'm sorry, Cass. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."
For the rest of the night he refused to talk to me about it so we just laid on the couch with his head in my lap watching movies.
Zayn's POV
After falling asleep in Cassie's lap, I decided I had to vent to someone about this. Someone I could trust. Harry.
"Hey, Hazz, can I talk to you about something?" I asked as we were walking to the rehearsal studio, trying to sound casual about it.
He looked at me, a bit confused but nodded his head.
"Well... It's Cassie. I... I know it's horrible but I..."
I looked into Harry's eyes, not knowing how to finish that sentence, how to put my feelings into words to make him understand that I wanted Cass to be mine. I wanted her to kiss my lips, hold my hand, and call me her boyfriend.
Harry stopped walking and looked at me as understanding crossed his face.
"Zayn..."
"I know she's with Niall. And Niall's a great guy... I just don't think he's right for her. No, I know he's not right for her, Hazz. I am."
Cassandra's POV
Christmas came and went and before I knew it, it was almost the big day of our first concert.
I walked into the rehearsal building to finish my last run-through of No Air with Liam and I heard a guitar coming from our studio, not playing anything like I'd heard before.
Liam's voice reached my ears and I sighed. I love his voice more than any other.
He takes your hand, I die a little
I watch your eyes, and I'm in riddles
Why can't you look at me like that?
I stopped walking and listened to the lyrics.
When you walk by, I try to say it
But then I freeze and never do it
My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped
I hear the beat of my heart getting louder whenever I'm near you
My heart started beating like crazy. Is this about... No. It couldn't be about me. Could it? I was just dreaming. I walked into the studio, expecting him to stop when he saw me but he didn't.
His brown eyes bore into my violet orbs, burning with passion, and he kept playing, singing the song straight to me.
But I see you with him, slow dancin'
Tearin' me apart 'cause you don't see
Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking
Oh, how I wish that was me.
He stood up, walking towards me slowly, still stumming the guitar slowly, his eyes never leaving mine for a second.
He looks at you the way that I would
Does all the things, I know that I could
If only time could just turn back
'Cause I got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you.
He sang the chorus again, the pain showing in his eyes as he looked at me. Then I knew without a doubt... this song was for me.
Oh how I wish that was me with my hands on your waist while we dance in the moonlight
I wish it was me that you're callin' around 'cause you wanna say goodnight
'Cause I see you with him, slow dancin'
Tearin' me apart 'cause you don't see...
A confusing amount of billions of different emotions pulsed through my thin frame. How was I supposed to feel about this!?
He got extremely close to my face, quit playing the guitar, and whispered the last line.
"Oh, how I wish, that was me..."
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