Author's note: Hi!  This is my first One Direction Fan Fiction on here, so I hope you enjoy it. I put it under the short stories for now, thinking it'll probably be a short. Maybe so, but anyways, I hope you will love this story as much as I love writing it (even though I hate typing, i'll still update for you lovely beautiful guys! :D )

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 A Way To You

When I slipped through the crowd, my eyes spotted curly hair first; followed by a blonde dyed hair boy. I smiled at their familiar faces, knowing a boy in stripes had to be around them somewhere.

“There you are,” Harry smirked, running his hand around my waist. I rolled my eyes at him, pulling myself away from his grasp.

 “Hey to you too, Harry,” I told him, avoiding his glance. I was here for Louis.

“Madeline!” Zayn yelled over the music that was blaring through the club.

“Zayn!” I squealed as he picked me up. “I have a dress on!” I loved his hugs so much; I missed them.

I have not seen these boys in almost four months since my Mother made me come to live with her. Now I was back; and super excited.

“Oh, Madeline, that dress looks hot on you…” Zayn complimented. I rolled my eyes, pulling him close to me.

“Where is he?” I whispered into his ear knowing he knows who I am truly here for.

“I have no idea…” Zayn says, making me look into his eyes. “But I’ve missed you.” I smiled at him, knowing he’ll always be one of my close friends.

“Yes,” I pulled him back to me as we swayed to the music, “You know where he is.” His hands tightened around my waist. Zayn didn’t want me to go back to him.

Zayn looked into my green eyes, pushing back a strand of my light brown hair. “You just got back, why not just dance with me for now and worry about seeing him later?” He pleads, looking everywhere but my face.

“Worry about seeing him? I have not been able to see Louis in four months. He’s not been writing or texting me back; do you know how that feels?” I ask, resting my head on his shoulder.

“At least I always messaged back and wrote,” Zayn truthfully states.

“I know, Zayn,” I reassure him, pulling away from his grasp. Zayn catches my arm. “You just got back into town, please don’t leave me yet, Madeline.”

I sighed, pulling my best guy friend close to me. A slow song came on then, as I wrapped my arms around his neck again while he put his hands on my waist. All during the plane ride I was planning on this moment being Louis and I, but Zayn really misses me. I glanced around the room; the club was packed. So many other girls were dressed in their club best while the rest were wearing stuff that could pass as underwear. I rolled my eyes at them, looking at Zayn.

“How’s life?” I ask him, still swaying back and forth to the pretty song being blasted above us.

“Quite interesting,” He smirked. “What about you, Madeline?”

“Hell,” I laugh. “Hell all over.” Zayn chuckled.

“Do you have a place to stay?” He asks, knowing I don’t. I shrugged, and the music came to a stop then.

An Irish voice boomed from the speakers, “Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Niall, and I wanted to share that a friend of ours is here who has been lost for almost twenty-nine years, Madeline!” He exclaimed. I laughed, turning around to face the stage where Niall stood. He winked at me, pulling the microphone back to his face for one quicker announcement. “And the buffet is OFF LIMITS unless you’re named Niall Horan!”

Oh, how much I’ve missed Niall and his food obsession. Everyone around us laughed, knowing Niall loves his food. “Madeline!” I heard from the crowd, and I felt Zayn’s arm tighten around me. I spun around on my three-inch red heels, knowing that voice from anywhere. Louis.

Zayn smiled slightly at me, “Go get him.  He always gets you. Plus, you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“Dammit, Zayn,” I snapped at him. “Don’t say that! You know it’s not true.”

“The day before you left us, you chose him. You left me hanging, and you know it.” He ran his fingers through his perfectly messed up black hair.

“I did give you an answer,” I say, knowing it’s not true. I had no answer at the time.

“Yeah: The friend zone.” My mouth opened to say something, but I clamped it shut. He caressed my face with both of his hands, making me look into his eyes.

“Zayn…” I say, knowing I’m a horrible person. I just felt right with Louis.

Zayn kissed me then, full on snog. I gasped, and he took the advantage of letting his kiss deepen. I melted into his kiss then, without knowing what I was doing. Zayn just had that effect on me. He pulled me closer like he couldn’t get enough of me as I grabbed his shoulders and muscles just to hold on from my knees falling out from under me. Zayn broke the kiss first after a minute or so, waiting for the slap to the face that never came since I was too under.

“I’m the one who will be here for you, Madeline. I’ve always been here; you’re just too blind to see it.” He patted his chest where his heart was, “Madeline, I’ve been waiting for you to get back for so long so I can tell you that I really truly and madly like you.” My eyes widened; tonight I was just here to find Louis and tell him my feelings for him, but instead I had Zayn spilling his guts when I’m here wanting to spill my guts to a guy who has a girlfriend.

“Zayn,” I smiled, “I truthfully like you too.” My heart raced. But this time all I could feel was for Zayn, not his mate.

Another voice ripped apart the moment, “What the hell?”

I looked at Zayn, and then to Louis. “Louis…” I smiled at him, knowing he probably witnessed me and Zayn’s snog attack. “Madeline?” He asks, like he’s taken aback.

“Surprise! I’m home again.” I cooed, looking into his sea green eyes I remember liking.

“Yeah, I noticed…” He says, looking back from me to Zayn. “Can I have a private word with Madeline?” Shit.

Zayn’s eyes bleed into Louis, but I just casually shrug even though I’m exploding on the inside. Louis grabbed my hand, tugging me to the middle of the dance floor. An upbeat song came on, as Louis pulled me to him. “I’ve missed you,” I tell him, realizing I do just by smelling his all too familiar cologne I missed. What am I thinking? Well, I am just a teenaged girl trying to get her feelings straight.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says, grabbing my waist, pulling me to him, hard.

“Doesn’t seem like it? You have no room to talk, Lad. You never responded back to my letters or texts!” I yelled over the music, pushing him away from me. He grabs my hand, spinning me around.

“My Lady, I’ve been very busy.” He lies. Louis just lied to my face; I can read it in his face.

“You’re a Liar; and don’t ever call me your lady.” And with that, I shook my hips walking back the way Louis dragged me in the first place to the song We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. I laughed at the song, thank you, Taylor Swift. 

Zayn’s arms wrapped around me, making me jump, “Madeline…my sweet Madeline.” His stubble rubbed against my cheek. “How was it?” Zayn asks, spinning me to the slow beat of the music. I smiled at him as his tall figure towered over me. Zayn’s arms were tightly around my waist as my hands grabbed at the back of his neck.

I played with his hair, watching as he closed his eyes. I must be making him feel good. “It’s so nice to have the scent of green apples around again.” He says, leaning his lips unto my forehead. I smiled, remembering in fact that I did bring my green apple shampoo along.

“It’s getting late, Zayn…” I mumble, still feeling jet lagged from the plane ride here.

“Whoa there, Cinderella; If you leave me again, I’ll make sure you’ll lose a shoe,” He opened his eyes, looking down at me. “So I can find you again, my princess.” I rolled my eyes at his cuteness.

“Where’s your luggage?” He says.

“At the hotel I checked in before I had enough courage to come here.”

“Come on, we’ll get the keys and go,” Zayn mumbles in my ear, while trailing his fingers to my hand. I let him lead his way through the dance floor with our fingers entwined.

Once we met up with the curly-haired obnoxious boy, Zayn stopped, asking for the keys. “Harry, we need the keys,” Zayn says to his mate.

“Why? Who’s the lucky-,” Harry stops at once when he sees me. “OH. I thought you were here for Louis. Damn, girl.” He winks at me.

Harry looks at Niall, who sighs, pulling out his wallet. While Niall passed Harry something, I looked at Zayn.

Zayn realized what they did and reacted first, “Come on, guys. Were you seriously betting?” I squeezed Zayn’s hand.

“Well, after you kept talking about her since she left,” Harry looks at us seriously, “I knew something was going to happen; however, I absolutely did not think it would happen so soon.” He winks at me again. Is this really as soon as Harry puts it? I’ve known Zayn longer than I known Louis; I’ve just been quite oblivious to his feelings.

“Zayn…” I mumbled, growing anxious to leave.

“Well, I guess we’ll just get a Taxi.” He says, leading me away from his mates.

“Hey Zayn! Here are the keys,” Niall calls after him. Zayn turns in time to catch them. Zayn nods to the Irish boy, still holding my hand.