Chapter 3

"I can’t even remember the last time we just sat around doing nothing." Liam smiled and sunk deeper into one of the three plush couches in my foyer. I nodded in agreement and sat down in the one across from him.

Zayn sat down next to me, while Niall joined Liam, Harry took up his own couch, and Louis was perfectly content on the floor.

Everyone was out cold within minutes, except Zayn and I. I turned the tv on and laid my head back, accidentally resting it on Zayn’s arm.

"Sorry." I mumbled and started to move, but he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. I snuggled up to him and he rested his head on mine.

Just as my eyes drooped closed, they shot back open due to the fact that he ran his fingers across my bare hip that was exposed from my shirt riding up. I shivered and goosebumps covered my entire body.

I kept my eyes on the screen, but focused all of my attention on Zayn’s hand, carefully rested on my waist. He created a rhythm of curling his hand, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down my stomach in a comfortable, calming way.

I turned my head and looked up into his golden eyes, that were fixed on the screen. His line of vision averted to mine, like he could see every inch of my soul just by looking at me.

He gave me a small smile before looking back at the screen. I did the same and sat up normally, making him loose his grip on my waist.

I slowly stood up and rubbed my eyes before walking to the kitchen. Right as I was about to make some tea, my phone rang. I fumbled with it before hitting talk and pressing the device to my ear.

"Hello?" I yawned into the phone and Zayn wandered into the kitchen.

"Avery! I have amazing news! You got the lead part in the feature film, Click!" Johns voice boomed through the speaker and I took in what he said.

A smile grew across my face and I looked up at Zayn and he cocked his head, asking what was going on. I hung up the phone and decided to treat him like my character in the movie would.

I slowly stepped toward him and walked my fingers across his shoulder, causing a weird look to escape his eyes. I stood on my tip toes and leaned closer to him. My lips brushed his ear and this time, I sent shivers down his spine.

"I got the part." I purred and then pulled away smiling.

His eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, and his hands were balled into fists. I giggled and started jumping up and down.

"I got the part!" I screamed and pulled him into a celebratory hug. He hugged back, and purposefully ran his fingers across my skin. “Someone is getting awfully cheeky, huh." I blushed as I pulled away and finished making my tea. Zayn shrugged and hopped up onto the counter, tapping his heels against the cabinet.

"So, are we friends?" he asked as he checked his hair in the window.

"I thought so." I smiled and leaned against the sink.

"So, basically our friendship is going to be one of those kinds of friendships?"

"What kind of friendship?" I set my cup on the island and crossed my arms.

"The two people with the same group of friends who are always touching, and secretly crushing on each other and all their friend see that it’s obvious and try to get you together and it creates drama and all that shit." he rambled and stared at his hands. I smiled and he looked up at me,"What?"

"You have a crush on me?" I smirked and he blushed.

"Well, it’s not a crush but I… I like… You?" he stuttered and I shuffled my feet.

"Aw, I like you to, friend!" I cooed and pinched his cheeks before finishing my tea and walking back out to the living room. He followed me and ran in front of me, getting to the couch first. I groaned as he spread his legs where I was about to sit.

"Only one solution, babe." he smirked and opened his arms.

"Yep." I sighed and joined Louis on the floor with a smile. He frowned and stuck out his bottom lip. I winked at him before pulling a pillow and blanket out of a drawer and cuddling up on the floor.

I know it’s horribly bitchy to do stuff like that, but something about him makes me want to play hard to get, no matter how bad I want his hands on me, especially his lips.

Right as I was about to drift off once again, there was a knock at the door. I sat up, but Zayn was already halfway there. He twisted the handle and the last person I wanted to see stepped through the doorway, a bouquet of roses at hand.

"Lance?"