Just Friends?
Chapter 12
Harry and I walked back to where our stuff was in the sand. I threw on my tank top and shorts and started throwing my beach stuff in my bag. We walked to Harry's car, still kind of quiet because of the previous conversation. Talking about my father always seemed to upset me, and Harry didn't want to push for more information. After a few minutes of driving in silence, I spoke up. 
"Harry, thank you. You're always there for me when I need you. You don't know how good it feels to know I have somebody in my life that I can rely on. I really appreciate it." I said, meaning every word. 
"Em, don't even worry about it. That's what best friends are for." he said, smiling at me. Shortly after, we arrived at my house. 
"Thanks for today. I really needed some best friend time."  said, leaning over to give him a quick hug. 
"I had fun too." Harry said, smiling at me as I got out of the car. I walked up the front steps and unlocked the door, stepping into the cool air-conditioned living room, setting my stuff down. I walked to the kitchen counter and saw a note from Trevor. 
Took Liv to dinner for a suprise. Forgot about plans and already made reservations. Have fun with Zayn!
Great. My own brother ditched me. Oh well, I was still going to have fun with Zayn. I started taking food out of the cupboards and boiled a pot of water. While the water was boiling, I ran upstairs and changed out of my bathing suit. I grabbed my striped sundress off the hanger and slid it on over my head. I walked over to my nightstand and latched my heart necklace with a topaz gem on it around my neck. I quickly put on the silver cuff bracelet Zayn had gotten for me as a graduation present before running back downstairs. I took my hair out of its braid and it was wavy down my back. I checked my reflection in the microwave in the kitchen before returning to the pasta that I was cooking. I threw the chicken on the grill, because I was making chicken parmesean. Once I had thrown everything together and put it in the oven, Zayn arrived. I walked outside to greet him. I was really excited to see him today. 
"Zaynnnn!" I squealed while jumping into his arms. 
"Hello to you too!" he said, spinning me around. He put me down and kissed me, soft and gentle. It felt like fireworks were exploding inside of me. 
"Someone's happy to see me." he said, smiling down at me. 
"And I cooked!" I said, leading him into the house. Once we got into the house, he sat down in a chair in the dining room. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. 
"Zayn, have I ever told you how much I like you?" I asked him, kissing his cheek. 
"You can tell me that anytime you want." he said, winking at me. I got up to check on the food, and it still had another half hour to go. 
"How was the beach today?" Zayn asked, making conversation. 
"It was fun." I said, keeping my answer short. 
"That's good." he said, looking around the room. 
"Zayn, you're so cute." I said, smiling at him. He just laughed and smiled back at me. We talked for a little while longer before the alarm went off and I went to get out dinner out of the oven. I had to admit, this meal was pretty good. 
"You really know how to cook!" Zayn said, and I thanked him. 
After dinner, we went for a walk. As we strolled down the street hand in hand, we talked about his upcoming tour. 
"Well, it doesn't start for another two months, so I've got time to spend with you." he said, smiling at me. Whenever I was with Zayn, I smiled like a fool. 
"Why me?" I asked, actually wanting to know. 
"What do you mean?" he asked back. 
"Why did you choose me out of the millions of fans that are dying to date you?" I asked again. 
"Because you're different. You're sweet, you're funny, and you get along well with the guys and my family. You're not clingy, and you don't fangirl around me. At least I don't think you do." he said, looking me in the eyes. 
"Ohmygoshyou'reZaynfromOneDirection! Iloveyousomuch,ohmygoshohmygoshohmyGOSH!" I screamed, with no breath inbetween the words. He laughed and we started walking back to my house. 
When we got back, I wanted to show Zayn the trailer for a new movie coming out that I wanted to see. I opened the internet and Yahoo! was my homepage. One of the top stories had a picture of Harry and some girl on it. 
"Wait a second, click on that." Zayn said, wanting to knwo who the girl was. It was a picture of a girl with a yellow floral bikini on and they looked like they were in an intimate embrace. The caption read 'Harry Styles in a Secret Romance with Zayn Malik's girlfriend?'
I couldn't believe my eyes. They honestly thought I was dating Harry AND Zayn? Never. 
"What is this?" Zayn asked, looking confused and hurt. 
"Zayn, it's absolute rubbish. I am NOT dating Harry!" I said, trying to explain myself. He didn't look like he was believing it. 
"You guys look pretty in love here." he said, getting annoyed. 
"Zayn, you don't even know what's going on! I'm going through some really tough times right now, and Harry's the only one who has ever really been there for me. It's hard to let people in, which is why I haven't told you." I rushed to explain. 
"I'm your boyfriend Emma! You shouldn't have to hide anything from me. And why would you tell Harry instead of me?" he asked, looking more upset than angry. I was starting to get frustrated. 
"Because Harry helped me get through the hardest time of my life! He was there for me when my father left! He supported me and gave me the courage I needed." I answered. 
"You should have told me." he said, staring at the ground. 
"Fine! My father left us six years ago. He never really cared for me as a daughter. I don't like to talk about it because I'm ashamed. I feel like it's all my fault. Like there is something I could have done to prevent this. Like I was a bad daughter, and that's why he left. So when he came back and said he wanted custody, I didn't know what to do. I'm really upset about it, because he was never really a father to me. And now he shows up and decides he wants to screw up my life one more time. That's why I don't talk about it, and why I didn't want to tell you. It hurts to talk about it." I said, tears streaming down my face. Zayn stared at me, unsure of what to say. I could tell that he felt guilty for even thinking that I was cheating on him with Harry. But I can't believe he would think that. 
"Zayn, I need to be alone." I said, pointing him to the door. He left, and I could tell that he felt bad for bringing that conversation up. Zayn and I just had our first real fight. 
And I didn't like the feeling of it at all.
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