"Zayn, I can't take it anymore!" I yelled at my boyfriend before storming out

"Kaylee wait!" Zayn called after me

"Leave me alone Zayn!"

I got to the front door as Zayn grabbed my wrist and spun me around. I didn't look into his eyes. Zayn grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"I didn't do anything," he said sternly

I scoffed. You're probably a little lost right now. Well, let me fill you in. Last night was Zayn's last night of his tour, so I called him to tell him how excited I was to see him, instead, I heard girls giggling in the background and telling him to hurry up and get off the phone. Well, to you that may sound like nothing but to me, it sounds like he was cheating on me. I looked at Zayn with stern eyes.

"Then who were those girls?" I exclaimed

"Some fans"

"Ugh, you're such a screwed up mess," I said before getting out of his grip and walking away from him

I walked into the corridor of our house.

"Kaylee!" Zayn grabbed my hand again

"Zayn, stop! You know what you did and I know what you did! Stop trying!"

"What would I do with those fans?"

"God, you never listen do you?!" I exclaimed while getting up in his face

"So, I'm a screwed up mess and I don't listen! What else!"

"You're an unfaithful, egotistical idiot!" I yelled

"Oh, tell me a lie will you!" he yelled back at me

"Go on, spare me what you think and tell me a lie!" he yelled louder

"You're actually worth something Zayn, that's why I care so much!" I yelled

Zayn didn't say anything, he just kissed me. I pushed with full force.

"I don't want your kiss," I said before wiping my mouth

Zayn pushed me up against the wall, grabbed my chin and kissed me again not letting me move away. I didn't kiss him back, I just stood there.

"Kiss me Kaylee," Zayn growled

I pushed him away from me with full force. He hit the other wall. I walked up to him, grabbed his collar and kissed him. He kissed me back immediately. He pulled away.

"I didn't do anything," he said softly

I looked in his eyes.

"Promise?" "Promise," he said

I searched his eyes and found sincerity. I kissed him once again. he kissed me back. After a while, he pulled back.

"Tell me I'm a screwed up mess, that I never listen, listen, Tell me you don't want my kiss, that you need your distance, distance, tell me anything, but don't just say it's what you're missing baby, here's a reason that you're leaving me tonight, spare me what you think and, tell me a lie," Zayn sang to me

I smiled before kissing him again.

I slouched back in my the hard theater seat as one of my fellow class mates sang on stage. I attended a performing arts school Called Atlantic Academy, located in London England. It was nothing fancy, but it was pretty hard to get into.

          “Alright, alright Vanessa stop. Please. I've had enough.” The voice of my professor filled the room. He stood up and shook his head.

          “You lack the emotion. Music is about self expression, it's a perfect way to let go of all of your emotions, thoughts, and just let loose. I see none of that  in you Vanessa.” Professor Peters said in disgust.

          “Thank you for trying..” He said becoming frustrated.

          'Man, this guy really needs to get laid.' I thought to myself. But honestly, I think the chances of Him actually getting laid would be one in a million. Professor Marshall Peters was a middle aged man. I'm guessing around fifty three years old. His hair, or what was left of it anyways, was jet black with random strands of gray in it.

          “People, please! Give me something to work with! Ahh, Boys! I'm glad you could make it.” He trailed off looking at the door.

          I turned my head over to the door as five teenage boys walked down one of the isle's of the enormous theater.

          “Hello Marshall.” The one in the stripes said. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the stage. I watched as the tanned one in a plaid button down shirt hugged my professor.

          “Class, meet my Nephew and the rest of his band. This is Zayn, Niall, Harry, Louis and Liam. Better known as...”

          “ONE DIRECTION!” Vanessa screamed from beside me. I rolled my eyes and groaned in disgust.

          “Yes. These boys are here to show you guys how to let yourself go while you perform. Go on then lads.” He said motioning to the stage.

          They all hopped up on it and I watched, not really caring about them at all, unlike my fellow class mate. The started singing What makes you Beautiful. Great.

          I didn't particularly hate these boys, but their type of music was my style. I watched as Zayn, the professors nephew, let himself go on the stage. Doing little dances and making various motions with his hands.

          Ugh look at him. He acts so cocky.

          “Well done Boys. Like always.” Professor Peters said.

          “Seemed pretty dull to me.” I mumbled.

          Everyones eyes turned to me, along with the professor's and the boys'. I guess I wasn't quiet enough. Shit.

          “Kaylee, come up here. I want you and Zayn to do a duet together of your song. Put on a show for us, or you can take a Zero on this project, your choice.” He said.

          I got up from my seat, my head phones still rested around my neck. I handed the professor my ipod and he plugged it in to the sound system.

          The rest of the boys went and sat down and Zayn handed my another mic. I took it from him and he grinned.

          “Good luck Love.” He said to me.

          I shook my head at him.

          “You know, not everyone is in love with you.” I spat back as the music started.

          “We'll see.” He said.

          I waited for the song to start. U and Ur hand by Pink started playing in the background.

          Zayn started singing first, smiling in my direction every few moments.

          He thinks he's going to get to me with that smile... that beautiful smile of his, he's got another thing coming. The music changed and I began to sing.

          “You're in the corner with your boys, you bet them five bucks, you get the girl that just walked in, but she thinks you suck! We didn't get all dressed up just for you too see, so quit spillin your drink on me!”

          I walked over to Zayn, enclosing the space between us. As I got closer, I noticed his eyes. I mean really noticed. They were a beautiful dark brown. Zayn smiled watching my expression.

          “You know you are,  high fivin' and talkin' shit, but your going home alone tonight aren't ya?” I sang to him. I smirked and winked at him then turned away from him and began to sing to the rest of the audience I had.

          “Cause I'm not here for your entertainment! You don't really wanna mess with me tonight. Just stop and take a second, I was fine before you walked into my life! Cause you know it's over, before it began. Keep your drink just give me the money, its just you and your hand tonight.” I finished singing.

          I took a deep breath and everyone started clapping.

          “Well done!”The professor said. The bell chimed and I set down the mic on the stand. I walked over to my seat and grabbed my stuff, then made my way to the door.

          “Kaylee wait!” I heard a voice call out. I turned to see Zayn standing behind me.

          “Can I maybe walk you to your dorm?” He asked hopeful.

          Whats the worse that could happen really? Give him a chance. I nodded and we went off.

          The whole way we talked. About singing, friends, just stuff. I got to my door and turned to him.

          “Well thanks for walking me.” I said as I turned to walk into my room.

          “Hey, do you think maybe you'd like to have dinner with me sometime?” He asked.

          “Sure.” I said. We exchanged numbers and Zayn smiled.

          “It was terrific meeting you Kaylee.” He said and kissed my cheek.

          Oh boy, his lips were really soft.

          “You too..” I trailed off.

          “I'll see you tomorrow night.” He said backing away slowly.

           I nodded and walked into my room. After closing the door I leaned against it and reality sunk in.

Kaylee’s POV