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"Cashmere!" Harry yelled as I lost my balance and fell against the door. The back of my head smacked against the hard glass, making me see stars for a couple of seconds.

Instantly, he helped me into my feet, but I was still wobbling. He stopped down and became eye level with me.

"Let's go sit down," he suggested, pulling me over to a bench outside my dorm. I let him tug me over, but I was still lost in my thoughts.

How could the video have resurfaced if the president and I saw Louis deleted all the copies from all his devices?

"How—What..." I started to say but I couldn't manage to get the words out.

"This morning while I was at practice, the guys on the team were watching a video and laughing. When I asked them to show me, they hesitated and Justice told me 'if I watch, I'm going to get my feelings hurt'."

I sighed before putting my head in my hands. I felt so ashamed and so stupid, because even though Louis may have been the one recording, Justice was likely to have a copy of the video as well, and we only looked at his phone but never searched his laptop.

"So I watched it, and knocked him the fuck out," he said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

"You what?" I asked, shocked at his words. "You beat him up?"

"No, don't you listen?" He said with a chuckle. "I knocked him out. I punched him clean in the temple and he passed out. Beating him up would've embarrassed him."

I couldn't help but laugh at him, because only Harry would try his hardest not to beat someone up, even an asshole that he didn't like.

He smiled once I calmed down and lazily threw his hand over my shoulder. I felt comfortable with him, because even when we dated, we were more friends than lovers.

"At this frat party last month, Louis was drunk and I'm pretty sure something slipped out by accident," he told me, and I looked up as an indicator for him to go on. "I should've knocked his ass out too."

"What did he say?"

--

"I still can't believe it, my diabolical play ended up not working," Louis slurred as he poured himself another drink.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes. "We didn't even run any of your plays in the game tonight."

"Not that play, dumbass!" He shouted, spilling his drink when he slammed it on the table. "My play that involves your ex-bitch."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"You know my boy, Justice? Well, he got drafted along with Cashmere's brother Adonis, but his bitch ass chose to go to NYU since they had a 'better Journalism program'. Writing in newspapers is f-fucking pussies."

"Hmm," Harry said, trying to control his anger. "Go on."

"Justice was so mad, and wanted to get back at him, so he told me that he had a twin on campus, which was when I created the master plan. I was supposed to fuck her and humiliate her at first, but she chose you instead of me. Because everyone loves Harry fucking Styles, and who had no idea of the plan in the first place."

"So me being the plan maker, I realized that there was a way to get back at him but still humiliating her. Alas, the video was made but she ended up not even telling her brother, but I heard he was already transferring here, so we killed two birds with one stone, eh?"

He laughed uncontrollably, while everyone in the area stared at him. The boy was crazy.

--

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I seethed, my nostrils flaring. "This was all part of a plan, just to embarrass me for saying no?"

My hands started to shake, and I needed to talk to Zayn before I went to go beat up Louis for old times sake.

"I have to go," I stammered out, rising from the bench. "Call me later please."

"Yeah, sure thing," he said, getting up as well. "Don't kill anyone for the love of God."

"What if I'm an atheist?" I muttered to myself as I walked towards Zayn's building.

I needed to explain to him the basis of the video. He also needed to understand that this did not take place last night, and although I was wearing the same dress, it wasn't recent.

When I was in the hallway of his building however, I saw Liam walking out and he stopped him his tracks. "Get the fuck out—"

"Shut up, what Zayn told you is not the whole story." I quickly told him the story of how it all began, and filled in the missing pieces with the new knowledge I gained today.

"Jesus Christ," Liam said with his eyes wide once I finished. "If the basketball team practiced with the time they used to make plans like this, maybe they'd actually win games."

I smiled weakly at his joke, but I couldn't find it in me to laugh when so much was going on and my stomach was doing backflips with anxiety. Would Zayn even believe what I have to say?

"Should I tell him now? I'm actually about to throw up because I'm so nervous and still hungover," I said, clutching my stomach.

"Not on my Js," Liam quipped, moving away from me. "But honestly, if he doesn't want to listen, he's not fucking worth it. That may be my best friend, but he's dense and does not deserve someone like you."

I smiled as he patted me on, before making my down the hall. His words gave me the confidence to open his slightly ajar main door, and I took in a deep breath before knocking on his bedroom door.

To my bitter surprise, Jasmine opened it. A smug smile was clear on her face as I looked her up and down. She was wearing one of Zayn's shirts and nothing else, except for a pair of socks.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her eyebrow raised, and I wanted nothing more than to drag her out his room and beat her ass.

"Is Zayn here?" I tried to subtly peer behind her, but she closed the door ever further.

"Leave a message, I'll be sure to pass it to him," she replied.

"You know what?" My already low amount of patience was gone. "Get the fuck out of my way."

I pushed her aside, and barged into the room to see Zayn sitting under his black sheets, staring back at me.

"We have nothing to talk about," he said, his voice void of emotion.

"We have everything to talk about!" I yelled, running a hand through my hair. "But I'm not going to do it with Jasmine here."

"I'm sorry, but she's important to me now, especially since she's having my kid," he told me, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not going to be out of their life for—"

"For me?" I finished his sentence. Then I sighed and shook my head. "You know what, you two deserve each other. I have tried endlessly for the past few months to have this work out but you'll always go back to her, despite my efforts."

"I'm sorry—" he started to say, but I stopped him.

"That it couldn't work out? God, you're so predictable," I said, trying not to let tears fall out of my eyes. I was tired of being so strong when it came to this boy sitting in front of me, and I just wanted to break. "I wish you luck."

"Thank you, and his future son will appreciate what you did," Jasmine decided to butt in, rubbing her flat stomach.

"Jasmine," Zayn warned, finally getting out of bed. But it was too late.

"How are you so certain it's even a boy when you're so early?" I had to ask, my eyes narrowing at her.

"Because I know that he's going to grow up, play football, get picked for a college team, marry a pretty girl from an affluent family, and go into the draft in his senior year," she explained to me, a smirk on her face as she walked over to Zayn and patted his head. "Just like his daddy."

"I thought you were going into the draft this year?" I blurted out, not wanting to seem concerned.

He sighed. "With this baby on the way, a college degree would be best in case no one picks me high up on the draft list."

My eyebrows furrowed. Zayn was one of the best college RBs in the nation, he wouldn't even dream of seeing the bottom of the draft list.

His eyes darkened. "I'm not sure why that's your concern though, considering what you did."

"I didn't do anything! That video is from eight months ago!" I yelled, now getting frustrated.

"So how is it that you were wearing the exact same dress in the video!" He yelled back. "I'm tired of playing this back and forth nonsense with you!"

"What the hell do you want from me?" I asked, my voice cracking at the end. God, please don't let me cry in front of this boy right now. "What do you want?"

"At this point, I want nothing from you," he said with a tone of finality. "Everything is different now."

He shook his head before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"Well, there's the door," Jasmine said, opening the door to the main room. "You can see yourself out, since he wants nothing to do with you now."

"If you weren't pregnant, I beat your ass right now," I spat at her, before walking through the doorway.

"Oh, I'm not," she said with a cruel smile when I turned back to look at her incredulously. "I just picked up a technique girls like you learned how to perfect a long time ago: how to trap boys with a baby. But don't worry babe, I'll actually make him fuck me raw so your worst nightmare can come true."

My jaw dropped as she closed the door in my face.