Summer Love- A One Direction Fanfiction: Prologue
“Why can’t it be simple anymore? Back before everyone came? Back before he took you away from me?”
We lie on the bed looking each other in the eye, our foreheads resting against each others. I can’t exactly remember how we got into this situation, but suddenly he’s holding me tightly, and I’m holding him back. I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
“I don’t know, I just don’t.”
I pulled away from his embrace and studied him. His dark eyebrows, high cheekbones. Strong jaw line and disheveled hair that wasn’t perfectly styled as usual. I brought my hand up to run my fingers through the soft locks. Finally, I stared deep into his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes, now brimmed with tears that almost made me swoon the first time I saw him, even though I was in love. With someone else.
My eyes now filled with tears, because I couldn't bear to see him cry.
I started to cry as well, burying my head into his chest. It was my entire fault. My fault he was hurting. I can’t ever see him hurt, it kills me, especially this time because the reason he is hurting is me. I continue to sob uncontrollably, letting them rack my whole body. His response to this was holding me tighter, rubbing his hand along my back, whispering soothing words in my ear. My pathetic sobs subsided a bit, which surprised me. No one else could ever calm me down as well as this, no one as well as him.
The only thing I could choke out was, “I’m sorry Zayn.”
“Don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Zayn countered. He gripped my shoulders. “It’s my fault I have feelings for you when you’re in a relationship with someone else. I have to suffer the emotional consequences that come with that, which is seeing you being happy with another person, even if I think I could make you even happier. But there is something I’ve wanted to ask.”
I brought my tearful gaze up to his intense hazel one.
“Yes?”
Zayn bit the inside of his bottom lip in hesitation.
“… You love him?”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“Then knowing that, and knowing my feelings about you,” he challenged, “then why-“
“Why am in a bed lying next to you instead of him?” I shot back. Then, seeing the inevitable hurt in his eyes I just caused, I softened. “I’m sorry,” I said, lifting my hand to caress his cheek with my thumb. “I don’t exactly know, Zayn. I do have feelings for you. I know that. But another thing I know is that I also love someone else, and I have for a very long time. Someone I’m in a relationship with, even though at the same time I’m having feelings for someone else. You, Zayn.” I smile slightly. “Does that make any sense?”
“Yeah.” He returns the smile.
I smile wider, comforted knowing he understands where we stand with one another.
“Well, I should probably go...” I say, sitting up on the bed and standing up.
Zayn sighs, his smile turned sad. “Yeah, probably,” he repeats as his face fell. I immediately regretted leaving so quickly. I take his hand in mine. “Hey,” I smile at him, resting my forehead against his once again. I can’t shake how right this feels, being here with him, and all of a sudden I don’t want to leave again. Being with Zayn makes me feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it scares me as much as it excites me. It might not be a good thing when I’m in a relationship, because I might not be able to stay away from him.
Zayn smiles back, and a warm feeling rushed through my body. It was intoxicating, being so near to him. I have an impulsive urge to kiss him passionately. Scared of what I might do and knowing what I can’t, I settle for tenderly kissing him on the cheek.
I reluctantly move away from him, pick up my jacket, and head for the door.
“And Ariane?” Zayn’s voice rang in my ears.
“Yes? I turn back towards him, taking in his dark handsome features for the last time that night.
“That’s all I need for right now. Just remember something, okay?” His voice giving me chills as I could barely see him, for it was getting dark,
“And what is that?” I questioned.
“I love you.”
“Okay”
We lie on the bed looking each other in the eye, our foreheads resting against each others. I can’t exactly remember how we got into this situation, but suddenly he’s holding me tightly, and I’m holding him back. I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
“I don’t know, I just don’t.”
I pulled away from his embrace and studied him. His dark eyebrows, high cheekbones. Strong jaw line and disheveled hair that wasn’t perfectly styled as usual. I brought my hand up to run my fingers through the soft locks. Finally, I stared deep into his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes, now brimmed with tears that almost made me swoon the first time I saw him, even though I was in love. With someone else.
My eyes now filled with tears, because I couldn't bear to see him cry.
I started to cry as well, burying my head into his chest. It was my entire fault. My fault he was hurting. I can’t ever see him hurt, it kills me, especially this time because the reason he is hurting is me. I continue to sob uncontrollably, letting them rack my whole body. His response to this was holding me tighter, rubbing his hand along my back, whispering soothing words in my ear. My pathetic sobs subsided a bit, which surprised me. No one else could ever calm me down as well as this, no one as well as him.
The only thing I could choke out was, “I’m sorry Zayn.”
“Don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Zayn countered. He gripped my shoulders. “It’s my fault I have feelings for you when you’re in a relationship with someone else. I have to suffer the emotional consequences that come with that, which is seeing you being happy with another person, even if I think I could make you even happier. But there is something I’ve wanted to ask.”
I brought my tearful gaze up to his intense hazel one.
“Yes?”
Zayn bit the inside of his bottom lip in hesitation.
“… You love him?”
“Yeah,” I sighed.
“Then knowing that, and knowing my feelings about you,” he challenged, “then why-“
“Why am in a bed lying next to you instead of him?” I shot back. Then, seeing the inevitable hurt in his eyes I just caused, I softened. “I’m sorry,” I said, lifting my hand to caress his cheek with my thumb. “I don’t exactly know, Zayn. I do have feelings for you. I know that. But another thing I know is that I also love someone else, and I have for a very long time. Someone I’m in a relationship with, even though at the same time I’m having feelings for someone else. You, Zayn.” I smile slightly. “Does that make any sense?”
“Yeah.” He returns the smile.
I smile wider, comforted knowing he understands where we stand with one another.
“Well, I should probably go...” I say, sitting up on the bed and standing up.
Zayn sighs, his smile turned sad. “Yeah, probably,” he repeats as his face fell. I immediately regretted leaving so quickly. I take his hand in mine. “Hey,” I smile at him, resting my forehead against his once again. I can’t shake how right this feels, being here with him, and all of a sudden I don’t want to leave again. Being with Zayn makes me feel like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it scares me as much as it excites me. It might not be a good thing when I’m in a relationship, because I might not be able to stay away from him.
Zayn smiles back, and a warm feeling rushed through my body. It was intoxicating, being so near to him. I have an impulsive urge to kiss him passionately. Scared of what I might do and knowing what I can’t, I settle for tenderly kissing him on the cheek.
I reluctantly move away from him, pick up my jacket, and head for the door.
“And Ariane?” Zayn’s voice rang in my ears.
“Yes? I turn back towards him, taking in his dark handsome features for the last time that night.
“That’s all I need for right now. Just remember something, okay?” His voice giving me chills as I could barely see him, for it was getting dark,
“And what is that?” I questioned.
“I love you.”
“Okay”