I Love to Hate You
Chapter 11
"Hey, I'm back." Zayn said, kicking the door shut since his hands were full of grocery bags. I walked over and helped him unload them. 
"Liam stopped by." I started cautiously. 
"Oh, did you tell him I wasn't home? What did he want?" he asked.
"Actually, he didn't want to talk to you. He came to talk to me." I said. 
"Well is everything alright? He didn't upset you, did he?" Zayn asked.
"No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure he apologized." I told him. 
"Liam apologized? To you?" he asked, shocked. 
"I know, I can't believe it either. I don't think I want to." I admitted. 
"Well, even though he is one of my best friends, it was a terrible thing to do to someone. I don't know if I would forgive him just yet, if I were you." he said. 
"That's the thing. I can forgive him all I want, but I will never forget what he put me through." I confessed, thinking back to those days. 
"I don't know why anybody would want to hurt such a precious girl like you." 
"Aw, stop. You're making me blush." I said, hitting his chest lightly. 
"I'm not joking Carly. You're so sweet, and funny, and kind, and caring. I don't know why Liam played you, but it was dumb on his part. Because he lost something truly special." he said, moving closer to me. 
I looked up and met Zayn's gaze. He was doing that half-smile thing that guys do, and it was ridiculously sexy. My body was pressed up against his, and I knew what was coming next. And I didn't stop it. 
Zayn's lips met mine, soft at first, but growing more intense each second. I gave in, and kissed him back. He picked me up and put me on the counter, my legs tight around his waist. I ran my hands through his hair as he kissed my neck. 
The doorbell rang, and we ignored it. Which was probably a bad idea, because the person waiting decided to try and open the door. Which was unlocked. 
"Zayn? Are you home?" Harry walked in the room just as I pulled away. 
"Thanks, I think my knee's better." I said, rubbing my hand on it.
"No problem. What's up Harry?" he asked nonchalantly. 
"Oh my god. You two were just about to do it." Harry said, his eyes wide. 
"No, we definitely were not. I scraped my knee earlier and Zayn fixed it." I said.
"Show me." Harry said. Obviously he didn't believe me. 
"What? No, that's crazy. I'm not showing you my knee." I told him.
"Then you're lying." he replied. 
"I am not lying. But I'm not showing you my knee either." I declared.
"Come on guys. Don't lie to me. I won't tell anyone." 
"You can tell anybody you want about my scraped knee, I really don't care." I replied. Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. I found myself staring at Zayn, who ran his hand up my leg. I bit my lip to keep from smiling and jumped off the counter, walking over to Harry. 
"How long have you two been hooking up?" he asked me. 
"We haven't been." I responded. Harry stared at me with raised eyebrows. 
"Fine, you caught us. I'm not sure what came over me, but it was a one time thing. Please, don't tell anyone." Zayn pleaded. 
"Your secret's safe with me." Harry said. And strangely, I believed him. 
"You're lucky that was me who walked in, and not Liam." he said. What?
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. 
"Well, he already hates you enough. If he found out you were hooking up with one of his best friends, he might be a little mad, don't you think?"
"Why would he be mad? It's not like he likes me or anything. Like you said, he hates me. And I know that." I said.
"But do you hate him?" Zayn asked. 
"I did. But he apologized, and seemed sincere." I told them. 
"Look, I know he's my friend, but remember what I told you earlier." he said.
Don't forgive him, not just yet. That's what Zayn had told me. But why didn't he want me to forgive him? Unless...
Zayn liked me. And I, being as undecisive as ever, may have some sort of feelings for Zayn.
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oh snap! haha, i think the next chapter is going to be in Liam's POV just to show how everything is playing out. big stuff coming up!