Misconceptions… Chapter 7

Misconceptions… Chapter 7

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Misconceptions… Chapter 7

Chapter 7― Zayn (POV)

She just left me alone in the kitchen standing there still in shock. The pain I saw in her eyes; that rage boiling in the warm chocolate of her gaze just left me out of breath. But she was wrong, she was so wrong and what was worse was that she didn’t want to listen to me. Yes, I still had feelings for Alex but I knew that it was pointless to keep those, and I also knew I was finally forgetting about her, every time I thought less of her and it hurt less to see her with Niall. I was leaving her behind and in her place was now Mila, not because she resembled somehow Alex, but because she was her, the special girl with short temper who could be completely feisty one moment, and then a fragile girl who needed her best friend to open a bottle. The same girl who made me feel like myself, like it was useless to try to hide things because she could see through any façade I could build up. The girl who made me feel awkward and shy all over again, yet at the same time she made me feel stronger.

I wanted her. And I had to make her see that. I needed to prove to her that I was moving on from Alex and that in my mind she was the only girl now. I didn’t want any more Alex to look at me the way she looked at Niall; I wanted Mila to look at me that way. I had clear that now.

I tried to talk to her again, to insist in the matter but she refused to. I waited until it was so late and I could barely open my eyes, but she never came down and at the end I fell into unconsciousness, but I still had this unease feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew it wasn’t going anywhere until I could talk to her.

Even though I tried to talk to her the next day, it was almost impossible to find a moment where she was alone, and as it was Christmas morning, everyone was so excited. We spent the whole day all together, like a big family, although Phebs disappeared for like half an hour to talk to her boyfriend, Lucas, and when she came back the blonde had this big and bright smile. I was happy for her who finally moved on and found someone who loved her as she deserved. Liam was one of my best mates and he was such a good person, but he wasn’t the boy for Phebs. It seemed like this Lucas was indeed that boy.

Everyone called their relatives and they seemed perfectly fine except for Moni who came back with a expression of sheer exhaustion and frustration after her calls and Mila noticed that too because she was next to her best friend all the time, trying to cheer her up and make her forget about whatever it happened. Several of us asked her what was wrong but she didn’t want to talk and Mila gave us all a look saying that it was better not to push further. It was the first time I saw the brunette quiet and kind of gloomy. It was so weird to see her not trying to bully Mila or laughing at everything. What surprised me was the connection the two girls had, how Mila’s concern for Moni was so evident. Everyone could see that those two would do anything for the other and that kind of friendship was priceless. Both were so lucky to have each other.

Like that, a few days passed and we all spent that time together; going out, making BBQs, watching games, movies and even some musicals. We got to know more of Mila and Moni and the lads and I could forget about everything and just be normal guys. That was, without a doubt, one of the best things about these holidays.

It was Thursday already when I came down after talking to my mum over the phone to know how everything was going on at home when I walked into the kitchen to find Moni and Mila having a very passionate conversation. That afternoon there were only those two girls, Harry, Liam, Phebs and I in the house. Louis and Eleanor went to spend some time alone and so did Alex and Niall.

They were so into their conversation that they didn’t register my presence in the kitchen as I went to the fridge to grab something to eat. “I’m telling you, the author is a b***c but I f**king loved the book! You’re gonna love Jack. His evolution as a character is just great and I loved so much Becca. She’s a total badass!”

I had no clue what Moni was saying, but she was so excited about it and her hands moved frantically as she talked. Mila had a smile plastered on her face all the time. “But you told me it’s a series. Are the other books out already?” Mila asked and I nodded understanding a bit better now.

“Only the second, she’s working on the third according to her twitter,” the brunette replied and it was clear now that they were talking about a book. “I really like how she managed to incorporate cars and races with this love story and the main characters are just great, though I love the secondary as well. Penny is adorable!”

“Interesting book?” I asked walking towards them after I took a bottle of juice. Only then the two girls noticed I was there. Moni looked at me so excited, like I just asked her the most exciting thing ever.

“Oh my god, yes!” Replied the brunette and I chuckled at the expression. “I’m trying to convince Mila to read it.” I looked at the black-haired girl and she just gave me a half-smile. At least she held my gaze, not like the last few days when every time I tried to make eye contact, she looked away.

“What’s about?” I asked the older girl though my eyes were still looking for Mila.

That question led to a whole conversation about this book, which was about car racers in the States. And from there, we talked about other authors, styles and favourite books. We also talked about cars and the two girls surprised me with their enormous love for cars. They knew more than I did about those vehicles. When I told them I had a Bentley Continental, Moni almost had a heart attack and Mila was about to faint. “I promise when we get back home, I’ll let you drive it,” I told Mila and that made her squeal. It was quite funny the reactions you could get from those two when it came to talking about cars. Sport cars. Moni said that she now loved Harry because he had an Audi R8 Coupe.

“I need to talk to the owner of my new husband. I just got engaged!” Moni exclaimed standing up after like two hours there talking about different things. I assumed she referred to Harry considering that she was going to marry his car. Her words, not mine. “Excuse me,” she added later and walked away before we could say something.

“Where is it legal to marry a car?” I asked Mila and she chuckled softly. I loved when she did that, it was cute.

“Not sure yet, but if there’s a place, Moni’s gonna find it,” she replied with her lovely smile. “You surprised me, Zayn,” she told me a few seconds later and I just raised an eyebrow. “I mean, for all the books you’ve read and what we were talking before.”

“If I weren’t in 1D, I’d be studying to be an English teacher, so I quite like literature as well as reading,” I told her and I could see the surprise in her eyes. She totally didn’t expect that from me. It was good to know that I wasn’t the only one who had misconceptions about the other.

“For some reason I never thought what you’d be doing if your band didn’t exist. I kinda assumed that 1D was always in your plans. Silly of me,” she trailed off and I just smiled. “And do you think you could get an English degree later?”

“Dunno, probably after things calm down a bit, you know? Now we barely have time to be with our families. This whole week is sorta a miracle and it’s great,” I told her and she just nodded, understanding what I wanted to say. “I’d really like to get that degree.”

“You totally should! I mean, I’m only studying literature and I love it, and there’s this high probability that I’ll end up as a teacher, or at least it’s a possibility if I can’t make it as an author.”

“You will,” I said completely sure. “I haven’t read anything of you, but I’m sure you will accomplish whatever you want.”

The smile Mila gave me after saying that was something that made my heart race and I held my breath. It was so graceful and beautiful and warm and friendly. It was the most wonderful smile and she gave it to me, to no one else. She looked at me in a way that made me feel like I was the only man on the Earth.

“Thanks,” she said softly and I couldn’t stop looking at her in awe.

“You’re welcome,” I told her. My heart was still beating at this fast and strong pace and I just wanted to freeze time right there, to live in that moment forever.

“Maybe I should let you read something of mine,” she commented and that made me come back to reality. “Maybe after reading one of my stories you’ll see I’m hopeless and I should give up on my dreams.”

I laughed and she just smiled again. “I hardly doubt it, but let’s try it. What do you say? Show me one of your stories,” I dared her handing her my phone.

She took it and I saw determination in her eyes so I knew that the dare thing was what made her decide to finally show me her story, otherwise she probably wouldn’t have done it.

After a few moments, Mila handed me back my phone with a triumphal smirk on her face and I just arched an eyebrow still challenging her. “You’ll see it’s just crap and you’ll hack my account just to save the world from this horrendous writing,” she stated and I rolled my eyes.

“Silly,” I told her taking my phone and looking that I was on FanFiction.net on her account. I read the little information in her bio and then I saw the list of stories published by her. There were a few and all of them had a humongous amount of comments. That could only mean the stories were great.

For some reasons, I just knew in my heart that she was a great writer. I didn’t know why, but I had the feeling I was going to get mesmerised by her talent so I just opened one of the stories that said complete and it had only one chapter. That story had three hundred and forty eight comments.

Whilst I was reading, I saw for the corner on my eye Mila getting all nervous, playing with her fingers and her eyes on me all the time. I tried not to smile as I read and I just focused on the story of how Draco was dealing with his life after the war.

When I finished it, my mouth was wide open and I couldn’t find the words to describe all the things that were in my mind after that short story. I looked at her and I saw a bit of fear and so much anxiety in her chocolate eyes that were waiting for my comment.

“That… it’s incredible. I mean… I really felt I was Draco and I understood him better than I did during the seven books. Amazing, Mila. That’s brilliant! You’re splendid! Of course you’re gonna make it as a writer. You are already a writer!” I told her enthusiastically. I was overwhelmed by the story and her writing, the power in her words and the images she sent to the readers, the connection with the main character.

“Thanks,” she whispered with her cheeks burning bright and looking down for a few seconds.

“Thank you for letting me read it; and I’m telling you this again, you’ll be a published writer.” If I believed that before without having read her stories, now I was two hundred per cent certain that it was going to happen.

To put her at ease about it, I started to mention the technical aspects I liked about the story and like that we ended up talking about literature, writing, authors, movies based on books and many other things. We spend the whole afternoon in that kitchen just talking about everything and nothing, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

Since we met, those hours had been the best.

-:-:-:-

― Mila (pov)

For the first time I really felt like Zayn was interested in me, in what I did, what I wanted. I felt for the first time that he was really talking to me and I stopped to be just Alex’s friend for him. I was finally Mila. My heart felt lighter and the beats were easier, as our conversation.

During that afternoon I discovered Zayn and I could really get along and we could talk about many things. I could tell him all those things I liked to know that most people weren’t interested in, and he would listen to me fascinated. He was interested in what I was telling him and that was all what I wanted in someone. A person who would like to listen to me because I had things to say, things that were part of me and this hungry of knowing more and more was one of the things that defined me. That he was willing to know all those things and share with me this information made me feel incredible, warm.

I liked how even if he didn’t know what I was talking about, he listened to me carefully and asked things to have everything clearer. I never imagined it was going to be so easy to talk to him about things I normally only talked to Moni. Now I knew that even if I wanted to talk about how pirates used to talk in those times, he would listen to me and pay attention.

I truly enjoyed those hours with him and by when Niall and Alex came back and walked into the kitchen, I was really sorry that our time alone was over.

When I saw the couple walking hand in hand and laughing at something I didn’t know what it was, I looked at Zayn expecting to find a hurt expression, the same I saw the first time, when I met him and that it was always in his features when Niall and Alex were together oblivious to the world. But that day his expression was different and that made my heart beat faster. He was genuinely smiling at them, and even though I saw longing in his eyes, it didn’t give me the feeling that what he wanted was Alex, but something bigger than that. It made me feel like what he wanted was that kind of relationship.

I thought about that and considered the point. Maybe it was that all the time, maybe all what he wanted was to be loved.

“How was your afternoon alone?” Zayn asked with a sincere smile.

“Great, yet cold,” Niall replied and Alex giggled. “We almost froze to the bone, but it was worth it,” added the blond boy wrapping his arm around Alex’s waist and pulling her close.

“Are we still up for the bonfire?” The boy next to me asked and the couple nodded before both walked to the fridge. Sometimes I wondered if they were able of not being hungry all the time. It seemed like they couldn’t, both were bottomless pits.

“By the way, Mila,” Zayn told me almost ignoring the couple trying to decide what to eat. “I’m gonna read all your stories now that I know where to find them.” His smile was mischievous and I just opened my eyes as much as I could. He even laughed at my expression. “Yup, I’m gonna be your biggest fan now and me and Phebs are gonna talk about your stories and become BFFs,” he teased me and I smacked his arm for saying those things.

“Twat,” I mumbled but I was laughing because at my mind came an image of him and Phebs fangirling over a scene in the story. “I’m gonna delete the history on your mobile,” I threated him trying to grab his phone but he took it first.

“That ain’t gonna happen, love,” he said and his tone and the way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine.

“Give it to me!” I demanded trying to reach the damn phone again but he was taller than me and he even stood up so I couldn’t get hold of his mobile. “Zayn!” I whined kneeling on the chair where I was sat trying to catch his gadget but he kept pulling it away from me.

“Nope!” And before I could try to stand up on the chair, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his body and taking me from the chair to put me on the ground, but even when my feet touched the floor, he didn’t let me go. His arm was tightly wrapped around my waist and my back was pressed against his chest, his face next to mine, his chin on my shoulder and I wasn’t prepared by what he did next: “I’ll get to know you better throughout your writing, Mila,” he whispered into my ear and my heart did this Olympic flip-flop worthy of a gold medal and a perfect ten.

And right after that, he let go of me and ran away still holding the mobile in his hand. I was left there looking at the way he left, my heart beating so fast and all my skin was tingling.

“Oh my god, my OTP feelings!” Alex squealed breaking through my state of pure shock. I blinked a couple of times quickly before turning around to meet her wide-open eyes. “Moni!” She yelled after that, making Niall wince. “You won’t believe what you missed! Zila is real!” She kept yelling as she ran away, probably looking for Moni, leaving us there with confused expressions.

“What did just happen?” Niall asked as he took a bite of chicken leg from the leftovers of the lunch we had that day.

“Not sure yet,” I replied furrowing my eyebrows a bit.

“By the way,” Niall spoke up grabbing a bottle of bear and finally closing the fridge. “Zayn fancies you,” he finished the sentence and walked past me, not before giving me a wink.

I stood there processing Niall’s words, trying to get over what Zayn did and what I was feeling. I had never had such a strong reaction before and I was starting to get worried at how much Zayn affected me with a mere touch or a whisper.

Was Niall right?

I surprised myself whishing he was.

+ + + + +

“Yay, mojito!” I cheered as Moni handed me another mojito. It was my fourth but I was okay, I could barely feel the alcohol in the drink and that made me wonder if it had any liquor whatsoever. It didn’t seem like it.

We were outside around the bonfire having a laugh and drinking. It seemed like doing this was kind of a tradition for the boys and I felt special to be included that time. Everyone was having a great time and Niall and Harry were already quite tipsy, Zayn and Louis weren’t too far away from that state and Alex seemed to want to follow the same path. The only ones who weren’t drinking were Liam, Phebs, and Moni. My friend had her phone ready to record anything that would be worth watching over and over again later.

Louis was shoving off his muscles, saying that he was the strongest and things like that, making everyone touch his arms and I just rolled my eyes as I took another sip of my mojito. Moni right next to me stood up and went towards the Doncaster boy to dare him to an arm wrestling. Oh, that was going to be interesting and I was betting for my friend.

Phebs, who wasn’t too far away from me and who had indeed talked to Zayn about my story, received a called and walked away with a huge smile on her face. I noticed something odd and it was Liam looking as Phoebe went away from us. It almost seemed like he didn’t approve of Phebs going to talk to her boyfriend, because it was obvious that it was Lucas who had called her. It was evident for the look in her eyes.

Maybe there was something I was missing. I knew Liam didn’t like Phebs, he loved Danielle —I could see that for the way his eyes lit up when he talked about her—, but there was something there.

I looked for someone who could answer to my questions about the matter and Louis and Moni were arm wrestling, Harry and Eleanor were there giving support to the contestants. As I suspected, it seemed like Moni was winning. Go Moni! I cheered mentally.

I didn’t want to ask Liam because I knew he would say it was nothing, so I had to go to someone else and the only one who didn’t seem busy —because Niall and Alex were in their own world— was Zayn.

With my mojito in my hands, I stood up and went to the black-haired boy. “Zayn,” I called him touching his shoulder. He was watching my friend and Louis fighting to show who was stronger.

He turned around to face me, a big and warm smile, one of those that lit up all his features, was playing on his lips. “Van happenin’? He asked in a weird accent and I just laughed briefly and his smile grew wider.

“Hey, I wanna ask you something,” I told him and motioned to him to get closer. “But it’s top secret, so you can’t tell anyone!”

He opened his eyes in surprise before putting his index finger over his lips as a way to say he was going to keep the secret. I chuckled softly and I realised I was a tad bit tipsy, too. The mojito had alcohol after all.

“What’s going on between Liam and Phebs?” I asked him and his playful expression was replaced by a more serious one.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing, you know,” he commented and I knew this was a gossip moment. “You probably don’t know, but Phebs used to have a huge crush on Liam, but he has girlfriend. We all knew about her feelings, even Liam and things were quite awkward when we came back from the tour,” he explained to me but things didn’t make sense yet. Phebs was the one with the crush, not Liam. “I thought that once Phebs moved on form Liam, things were going to be fine, but I’ve noticed Liam looking weird at her when she talks about Lucas.”

“I noticed the same just now!” I told him and he nodded. Good, I wasn’t the only one to notice something weird.

“You think he fancies her?” He asked me and I just shook my head. The way he looked at her was different, but I still couldn’t put my finger on it.

“It’s something different… maybe we should talk to him?” I suggested and he thought about it a little.

“Maybe… shall we do it now?” I smiled. Not because of what we were going to do, but because I felt really close to him in that moment, like we were some kind of partners in crime, together in this.

“Let’s do it!” And I looped my arm around his as we walked towards Liam who was seeing as my friend finally beat Louis. I laughed and so did Zayn as we made our way. The blue-eyes boy was complaining that he wanted revenge but Moni just laughed at him. I knew I had to bet money at that wrestling.

I liked the relationship we were forming with Zayn, I felt like we were finally becoming friends.

“Liam!” Zayn said in a cheerful tone. It seemed like he was in a state quite similar to mine. Each one grabbed one arm of the brunet boy and we pulled him away from the lot that were celebrating Moni’s victory. “We need to talk, mate.”

Liam looked confused but he followed us. I decided it was stupid of us to go around the bushes, so I asked straightforwardly. “What’s going on with Phebs?” That question caught him off guard and his eyes were wide open, sheer surprised written all over his face.

“W-what do you mean?” He asked us and we looked at each other with Zayn.

“We mean if there’s something going on. We’ve noticed that you look at her weirdly when she talks about Lucas,” I replied and his eyes showed even more shock.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m happy for her,” he replied and one more time, Zayn and I looked at each other as a way to confirm if we believed him or not. I saw in Zayn’s eyes that he believed his friend, Liam was indeed happy for Phebs. Then, what was going on? “It’s great she has a boyfriend now, we can be friends without any awkwardness between us.” Once again, he was being honest.

Then it hit me. I knew what it was and as realisation came to me, I smiled. Zayn looked at me a bit confused and when I let go of Liam, so did he. “You’re right. We’re seeing things where there’s nothing. Sorry,” I told him and Liam nodded grateful because I let it drop.

The boy walked away and Zayn came closer to me, confusion written all over his face and I just smiled. “Come here, my friend. I have things to explain to you,” I told him with a smile that he replied with one of his own.

-:-:-:-

― Zayn (POV)

Mila led me away from the rest in this secretive way. I liked how we were acting, like real friends, like partners in crime. I felt close to her and this whole afternoon with her had been great. I finally felt like we were moving on, like this was the beginning of something and I also felt like there was hope. As I watched Alex and Niall together, I realised it didn’t hurt that much, it almost didn’t hurt at all! I saw them and I just wanted that for me, I wanted Mila looking at me that way, I wanted her to hold my hand like Alex held Niall’s.

That afternoon I started to consider if I ever was really in love with Alex as I thought I was. I knew in some point I really loved her, but maybe after a while those feelings changed. Maybe all I wanted was to be loved like she loved Niall. I just wanted someone to love me for who I really was, I wanted someone to see the real me, like Alex did.

That afternoon I understood why Mila hated that I compared her to Alex. She felt like I wasn’t seeing the real her and that hurt her. Now I could understand that because it was what really made me feel so down and so hurt every time I saw Niall and Alex together.

And now that I understood that, I was only focused on Mila. I really wanted her, I wanted to try to make things work with her, I wanted to make her like me for the real me. That was why this afternoon —and night— was going so great, because we were getting to know each other better, we were discovering more things about ourselves and how we could get along quite well.

“Okay, here’s the thing. Liam doesn’t like Phebs. Not romantically speaking,” she clarified and I just nodded leaning a bit closer as she was whispering. “This is a very normal thing and probably he doesn’t realise it either. He’s used to Phebs loving him, you know? Looking at him with these puppy eyes and even if it was inconvenient, that fed his ego. And now that she doesn’t look at him like that, now that she doesn’t love him that way… he’s missing that. Well, his ego, at least. It’s not a conscious thing and I would say it’s a human thing. We like to have someone loving us, we like to know we are special for someone. He will get over that pretty soon, so we don’t have to worry about it,” she finished and I just looked at her surprised, my eyes wide open.

She just made a whole analysis in a mater of seconds and explained everything to me so easily. It impressed me how fast her mind worked and with just a few things. She didn’t even know Liam that well and even though she could figure out what was going on with him immediately. What she told me made total sense! Why didn’t I see that earlier?

“Impressive,” I told her in awe. “You just figured that out from looking at him…”

“I’m quite good at reading people. Plus, it makes sense ‘cos I know he loves Danielle and for the way he reacted when we asked him, I know he’s not confused. So it has to be that,” she mused and I nodded, following her reasoning.

“That’s how you read me the day we met. No one had done that with me before,” I commented and for a second I saw a shadow crossing her eyes. Could it be because when she read me that easily she discovered my feelings for Alex?

For some reason, I kind of liked that she didn’t react well to the possibility of me having —still having— feelings for Alex. I wanted to let her know I was moving on, that I was finally leaving those feelings behind and that everything was becoming about her.

“Let’s see what can you say about me now, shall we?” I asked her, challenging her to see that everything was different now. I wanted her to see that for herself, I wanted her to notice I really liked her.

I looked her in the eyes; a cocky little smile was playing on my lips as I leaned in closer to her. I saw her blushing a bit but she didn’t step back, she stood there holding my gaze with an eyebrow arched. “What can you see?” I pressured and I didn’t stop getting closer to her. Maybe two inches divided our bodies and it still didn’t feel close enough.

We were far away from the rest yet I still could hear them laughing or even arguing —Louis and Moni, at least. Definitely, they weren’t paying attention to us or even missing that we weren’t there next to the bonfire laughing with them. In that moment, there were only Mila and I and I rather quickly felt like the rest of the world was fading away around us, like everything was out of focus except of Mila.

“Why don’t we do this easier and tell me what you want me to see, because it’s obvious you’re expecting something from this. You want me so see something in particular,” she said and I smiled. She was indeed good.

“It’s no fun if you don’t discover that by yourself,” I taunted her putting my hand on her waist and she raised her other eyebrow.

“What do you expect from this, Malik?” She asked and I could sense her flirtatious tone. And I liked it.

“Nothing. I’m just testing your amazing reading skills,” I replied to her, my smile still there teasing her. “Can you tell what’s happening with me right now?”

“I can see what you want, Zayn. You’re not gonna get it,” she told me but even I could see that she didn’t really meant it. For the way her eyes were shining in that moment, I knew she was just playing along.

The hand I had on her waist sneaked to the small of her back and I pulled her closer to me, her small body against mine and I loved how she had to held her head back a bit to meet my eyes. I really liked our height difference.

“You think? And what’s what I want, according to you, Mila?” I asked her in a low voice, almost whispering and leaning my head closer to hers.

Her small hand went to my hair and she softly ran her fingers through my hair strands. I normally wouldn’t like someone to mess with my hair, but I liked the way her hand felt whilst ruffling my hair.

“I like your hair,” she said not answering my question, her eyes locked with mine.

In that moment my heart was beating stronger, hammering against my ribs like trying to set free. I pulled her closer and wrapped my other arm around her waist, my head leaning close until my nose was touching hers. She didn’t pull away, she didn’t broke eye contact and that made me think that maybe she wanted this, too. I looked at her lips for a few seconds and I couldn’t help thinking of how they would taste, how they would feel against mine.

I needed to know.

I stared into her eyes again before pressing my lips against hers not giving her the chance to say anything. I immediately closed my eyes as I felt her kissing me back.

Her lips were soft and sweet and addictive. It felt incredible, beyond words to finally being kissing her. I hugged her tighter as I deepened the kiss and I loved the way she put the same emotion into this, how she held on to me for dear life, like this moment was all what we needed.

The way she felt in my arms was unique, so hard to describe, so different yet it felt natural, like this was supposed to happen from the very beginning. Whilst I was holding here and kissing her I realised I didn’t care about anything else. I didn’t care what was happening with the lads in that moment, or if they were seeing us or not. I only cared about Mila in that moment, that I was finally kissing her and it felt just perfect.

I couldn’t get enough of her and, most certainly, I didn’t want to let her go, but I needed to keep living if I planned to kiss her again and, oh man, I was planning to do that. Often. So I pulled away reluctantly still holding her tight and looking into her eyes. We both were breathing heavily and I couldn’t help noticed how their lips looked redder and a bit swollen due to our kiss.

She gave me a little smile, her arms still surrounding my neck and her fingers in my hair. I bit my lower lip, dying to kiss her again but I refrained myself just to say, “You were saying about me not getting what I wanted?”

She laughed. “You arrogant bastard,” said the girl in my arms still laughing. “Don’t think that will happen again.”

“Oh, I see you like being proved wrong, uh?”

And as she just arched and eyebrow, challenging me, I didn’t have another option but kissed her again. Man, she didn’t leave another option.

“Oh my f**king God!” I heard someone screaming and Mila and I pulled away immediately, scared.

As we turned around we saw Moni with her hands over her mouth looking at us with such a happy expression. “OTP. Real. Best day of my life,” she mumbled and I could hear her as everyone had shut up due to her scream. And yes, everyone was watching us.

Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious and I could imagine Mila in a very similar state. I wanted to take her far away, somewhere where no one could make her feel uncomfortable.

“Moni! You’ve just interrupted them! How dare you?” Alex yelled at the brunette grabbing her by the arm to wake her up. Mila’s friend looked like a dream had come true for her. “Everyone, leave them alone!” Alex kept yelling at everyone else.

All our friends laughed as they resumed what they were doing and I saw how Alex looked at us one more time over her shoulder, a flashing smile on her lips and I could see how happy she was for what had just happened between Mila and I. I smiled back because I was the happiest of all.

“Moni won’t let me hear the end of this,” Mila sighed and I chuckled as I saw her shiver ever so slightly. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

“She’ll get tired, eventually,” I replied but Mila just shook her head.

“You don’t know her as I do. She’ll never let me hear the end of this. I’m telling you.”

Still chuckling, I looked at her. “I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. And to be honest, I’m planning to give her more to talk about. After all, if I can help her to be happy with her OTP, I must do something, don’t you think?”

She laughed shaking her head from side to side. “You can be very cocky, you know?”

“Blame the alcohol,” I told her defensively, though I was still joking.

“Lies! You’re an arrogant bastard,” she accused me and I just leaned in to kiss her lips one more time, softly and slowly.

“And you like it that way,” I stated still brushing her lips.

“Oh, shut up!” She snapped but she was holding her laugterh and to prevent me from saying another thing, she kissed me.

This had been, by far, one of the best day ever.

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Oh god this was the best chapter right? Finally, they kissed…oh my God..

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Okay…misconceptions is gonna end soon not that soon but it’s gonna be like not that long..because after misconceptions is music sheet for harryyy…okay so I read comments about starting music sheet and all that so just for a bit of fun the girl for Harry her name is…you people can guess it..okay for a hint it starts with H and ends with H..hehe

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