“Stop joking mate,” Zayn chuckled hitting harry playfully on the shoulder.

“Zayn’s not kissing her, OK?” Lisa protested looking pissed. I would love to make her even more pissed, I thought.

“I’m not joking, mate. And you, shut up,” Harry said with a serious expression on his face, to make Zayn believe him.

“Jackie, you don’t mind hey?” Zayn asked turning to look at me. I instantly felt weak at the knees. I got lost in his eyes for a moment.

“Not at all,” I answered with a cheeky grin, secretly winking at Harry.

I looked at Zayn as he leaned in, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes too, and leaned in. I felt his soft lips touching mine and immediately, electricity shocks were everywhere. I felt his hand travel to my waist, sending chills throughout my body, pulling me closer.

My hands found their way to his hair, rubbing it continuously. He lightly bit my bottom lip making me lightly moan, I also heard him groan and felt him smiling through the kiss.

“I said kiss not make out,” I heard Harry say and I pulled away blushing.

I looked at Harry who had a cheeky grin plastered on his face and he winked at me, making me giggle. I looked at Zayn. He looked like he had just seen what heaven looked like.

“Umh… I… I,” Zayn mumbled, still looking shocked. I wondered if the effect I had on him was good or bad. One thing was certain though; the kiss did have an effect on him if his reaction was anything to go by.

“Whatever, Zayn. Truth or dare Jackie?” Liam asked me with a smirk. Gosh, these boys are full of ideas today, I thought smiling. I looked at Lisa, who was looking at me with a death glare, and I immediately broke eye contact. I turned my focus on Liam. I didn’t want to do anything crazy.

“Truth,” I said and his smirk turned into a frown. But it immediately changed into a smirk again.

“Did you enjoy it?” he questioned looking curiously at me.

“Enjoy what?” I asked even though I knew what he meant.

“Stop playing. You know he means the kiss,” Louis said.

What should I say? If I confess and say I did enjoy it, it will be obvious that I like Zayn. Zayn will stop looking at me the same way and our friendship will be ruined. But then if I say I didn’t, Zayn will never know I like him and we’ll be friends and nothing more. I thought deeply, trying to keep a straight face.

“I didn’t,” I lied, lightly chuckling. I heard a sigh behind me on the couch. It was Lisa.

“Oh…” I heard Zayn said sounding disappointed.

This is so confusing, why would he be disappointed if I didn’t enjoy the kiss. He doesn’t like me right? Right. I thought to myself, trying to convince myself it couldn’t have been disappointment I heard.

“Yeah right,” Harry sang glaring at me, and then at Zayn.

Zayn got up from the floor and sat with Lisa on the couch. He took her into his arms and kissed her passionately. I watched them and a sting of jealousy shot through me. I closed my eyes tightly taking in the pain before standing up. As I stood, I felt myself freeze when I heard Lisa moan to the kiss. Zayn was now kissing her on the neck, giving her a hickey.

“I’m sorry Harry but I’m not going to sleep over,” I announced before running to my car… literally. I got into my car crying, thinking about the kiss. I cried for about ten minutes before I decided to leave. I didn’t want somebody coming out to look for me.

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Tell us what you think: Do you think Jackie should’ve told Zayn how she felt? Do you think he feels the same?