Part 3: The moment I lost myself.

Vicky’s P.O.V

I was sitting in Nando’s. I was wearing my best dress - the one that Zayn chose for me the last time. I was also wearing the beautiful colar with a big black diamond. When I walked into the restaurent, all the boys devoured me with their eyes. But all I cared was how to keep calm when I saw Zayn. Everytime I met him, my coração beated so fast that I couldn’t say anything. When the waiter was about to ask me to choose dishes, Zayn came. God, he looked so perfect in his black suit. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Why was he so hot? At the first moment I saw him, I told myself that I had to tell him all these feelings.

Zayn came to take the assento with a sexy smile:
“Good evening! You look great tonight, Vicky! “
I tittered:
“Thanks, Zayn. Same to you”
The waiter askd us:
“What would you like to choose?”
“Fried chicken and chicken sopa for me” Zayn answered
“Raviolu and spaghettiefor me.” I ordered.
I tried to talk with him:
“These days the band seems not to be so busy.”
He answered me with a tiring voice:
“Yeah, we are having a rest and preparing for our first single. Uhm, is Bella still okey these days? Niall is sick of her.”
“I don’t know too. She is up to her ears in her studying that she even doesn’t talk to me.” I replied, wondering why Zayn kept asking about Bella. “You are worried about her?”

Zayn pretended to be leitura the menu, avoiding my eye-contact:
“Just a bit. Cuz Niall is so sick.”
I plied with questions:
“What do you think about Bella?”
“Lovely, intelligent but stubborn.” His eyes brighted when he said that.
“Zayn are you in amor with Bella or me?” I asked myself.
I didn’t know if I should tell him my feelings or not. I was too scared of the fact that he would refuse me. I couldn’t even look into his deep dark brown eyes. During the meal, I just kept eating in silence and sometimes told some boring jokes. I wanted to shout out loud that “I amor you” but I was so inconfident of myself that I was scrared that my coração would be broken por him. Zayn, why did you steal my heart? Why did I amor you so much?

“No, I have to tell you, Zayn. Now or never.” I thought. “Whatever you will answer, I still have to say.”
I said shyly:
“Uhm, Zayn now if I say I amor you, what will you do?”
His eyebrows lifted:
“I don’t know. What do you mean?”
My coração beated as if it wanted to jump out of my chest. I took a deep breath and said, face to face with him:
“Zayn I think you should know this. I only say it once, you only need to listen to me. Since the first time I’ve met you, my head has been full of your images. I can’t stop thinking of you. I think of you all dia and night. Zayn, I…I…I…fall for you.”

Zayn seemed to be very surprised when he heard me say that. He was a bit breathless. Then he began to hold my hand and looked into my eyes truthfully:
“Vicky, thank you very much for your feelings for me. But as you know, I’m an idol. I have to care about my fans’ feelings. If I have girlfriend now, I will lose everyhing. Now I just wanna focus on my career. I like you, really. But just…as a friend. Not that love. I’m sorry, Vic. Can we just be friends?”
I felf like all the sky was falling down. My face turned pale immediately. I felt really sick. I wanted to thow up. I wanted to burst into tears. I wanted to slap myself. But I tried to pretend to be fine. I grinned myserably:
“Ok, Zayn. Fine. Friends!”

He shattered my coração into millions of pieces. I took my bolsa and walked hurriedly out of Nando’s. Then I was sitting on the pavement, crying my eyes out, wiping my tears away. My face was flecked with the mascara. The people on the rua all looked at me compassionately. I took a taxi and went to a bar. Everything was over. Then no love, just hate in my heart. I shaked crazily in the bar. My life ended on that day, at the moment Zayn refused me.
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Bella’s POV:

Finally, the dia I had my semi-final exam came. I dressed neatly and walked into the classroom confidently. I had revised very hard all this month. A mês without Niall, shopping, TV, música and novel. I had studied from 5 sm till over 12pm. I had done hundreds of exercises with all types. The examiner informed our numbers slowly. Mine was 302. When I walked pass por Mihrap, I smiled with her in a friendly way. She still didn’t even unround her lips or look at me. Vicky took the assento right seguinte to me. She looked so tiredly with her red eyes. Vicky had also dyed her haid into red too.
I whispered:
“Vic, hope you will do well.”

She suddenly gave me a black look, which made me feel a bit surprised. But I didn’t care much, then took my seat. The examiner went to hand out the paper test. I did a quick procurar throughout the test and found it really easy. I immediately wrote the answer into the answet sheets. When I was absorbed in doing the test, suddenly the exminer shouted out loud:
“302, what is it?”
She took a long small paper out of my stationery tray. The paper was full of small sentences. I looked at her with my widened eyes. She told me:
“Stand up and go to the hall with me!”
I almost cried:
“Nope, it’s not mine. I’m not cheating. I swear.”

She gazed at me:
“So what is it? Come with me immediately!”
Suddenly I heard a cold voice:
“She doesn’t cheat, Mrs White.”
Oh it was Mihrap. She was standing, poiting at Vicky:
“It was her that put the cheat sheet into Bella’s stationery tray.”
Mrs Whitle lifted her eyebrows:
“Are you sure?”

Mihrap said:
“I swear!”