How i met Jessica, was just the beginning of this story. Too long a story to tell though, so I'll just skip through to the present. Hey, I'm Zayn Malik, and i have a crush on Jessica Rodriguez.. One Direction's biggest fan and supporter.

At first, when Mike, our manager said he was going to introduce us to his 17-year-old daughter, i thought "whatever, just another girl." Never did i think i would fall so hard for a regular girl, one who wasn't within society's views of 'perfect,' and had nothing special about her. But i did.. Seconds after she walked in and introduced herself, i knew she was the girl i wanted for my next girlfriend..

I have never been the type of guy to last more than a month with the same girl; i tend to get bored, and act on impulse. Ever since i was in High School, girls have always thrown themselves at me. I've never considered anyone of those girls for a serious girlfriend. They're good for a quick fuck, if nothing else. Which is why i was considered Ridgeway High's biggest manwhore. All the girls and even some of the guys were dying to get into my pants, and spend a night with me. I usually went into the parties, and when people were wondering where i was, i was probably boning the party's host and two of her friends.

Ha. Ha.

But the moment this girl walked into our house, i knew she was the girl I'd been looking for. She had this brightness about her, and when she spoke, it was as if the whole room lightened. With a simple "Hey, I'm Jessica," she got to me. And i knew, this was the girl for me.

But that's enough flashbacks for now. Soon enough, Jessica became one of our frequent visitors. She turned into sort of a best friend/consultant to Louis, giving him advice whenever his girlfriend of two years, Eleanor decided to end it on some sort of whim. She became a friend for every guy in the house, (me included) but everyone sort of noticed she had a special sort of care for Harry.. Everyone except Harry of course.

I once asked him how he felt about Jessica, and he just said, "she's pretty.. But not my type." i had to bite my tongue to keep from biting his head off. Sure, at 5'6, she was nothing special. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and the brightest brown eyes I'd ever seen on anyone. She didn't have a perfect body either; she was sort of chubby, but she had the best curves ever.. And an ass that was out of this world.

Umm.. Sorry.

I blushed at the thought, and when i saw Jessica walk in our 3-bedroom apartment, wearing leggings, I frowned at the bulge beginning to form in my pants.

After making sure the door was locked, she turned and saw me frowning at myself. She looked worried, and walked over to the couch where i was seated, close enough for our knees to touch, and god, i literally had to bite my lip to suppress the dirty thoughts forming in my head about those leggings she was wearing.

As if noticing my embarrassment, she took my hand in hers, and asked me, "Zayn? Are you alright?" i felt the heat rise to my face, and stared at our hands linked together. As if reading my thoughts, she dropped my hand at once, a light pink washing over her own face. "sorry" she whispered, clearly embarrassed she held my hand. I shook my head, and took her hand in mine nervously, squeezing it softly, "it's alright. I like it when you hold my hand." i said looking into her eyes, she looked away, changing the subject, and asking me if i had seen Harry, to which i sighed, and stood up, letting her hand drop. "His room." i muttered, going to my room.

How is it possible to get her to notice me, if she's so engrossed in Harry all the time? I layed down on my stomach, and took out my journal.

Yeah i know, "isn't Zayn supposed to be the 'bad boy' of the band?" well no, not really. That place was actually taken up by Harry, who once cursed out our security manager because they wouldn't let him take 2 girls into his hotel room. Sighing, i thought about how Jessica might feel about her beautiful Harry if she found out about this.

Cue the bitterness.

I think I'm turning into my mother.

I shudder, and decide to go back outside. Right on cue, my stomach decides to start growling, and i sigh, (for the third time today) realizing i hadn't eaten anything the whole day. I walk to the kitchen, and shocked, i dropped my journal when i saw Harry making out with Jessica, his hands running all throughout her body, and mutter a 'sorry' before running back in my room.

I hear some fast stepping toward my room, right before i lock my door, and go lay down. I can't believe Harry would do something like this. He knows, he knows exactly how i feel about Jessica,- hell, everyone does. I think she does too.. And he does this to me?! I wipe away a tear on impulse before i hear knocking on my door.

It's Jessica, her small voice coming through, "Zayn, please.. Open the door." she knocks lightly, before i hear Harry suck his teeth and starts knocking harder on my door. "Zayn, open the damn door. Stop being like this bro, open the fucking door before i tear it down." and he actually sounds irritated..

As if..

I should be the one who's mad. But anyways, i open my door, not eyeing neither one of them.. "Done sucking face yet?" i spit at them, and out of the corner of my eye, i see Jessica flinch. I know what i said was rough, but they deserve it. They didn't seem to care much about anyone's feelings when they were making out in the kitchen.. Fuck. I'm so bitter.

Harry actually has the decency to snort, as if I'm the one who did anything wrong.. "why the fuck are you so mad?! You're acting like I'm gonna fuck her or something!" he says, anger showing through his face. Jessica looks down, biting her lip, obviously hurt by his remark.

"Because you fucking know how i feel about her Harry!" i snap, my anger taking over. "You know I've had the biggest fucking crush on her ever since we met her! And yet you do some shit like this?!" i say, not able to control what I'm saying anymore. "Well than why don't you bloody do something about it?!" he says, his voice rising. I look over at her, waiting for her to say something.. But she doesn't. Her eyes are wide in surprise, and i wonder.. Oh yeah, i practically confessed my love for her. "Yeah, fuck you too." i said, shutting my door in their faces, and laying back down.

Sigh.

Love's difficult, ain't it?

I heard the muffled sounds of what sounded like Harry telling Jessica how they won't work out, and blah blah blah.. I sighed again, and walked out of my room when i heard him slam his door shut.

Jessica was in the couch, with her face buried in her eyes. She shot up at once, when she saw me walk right in front of her and into the kitchen. "Zayn?" she said, her voice cracking, she stood up and followed into the kitchen. I merely nodded in acknowledgement, and kept on making my Tuna sandwich. "I'm sorry you had to see that.. Look, i had no idea-" i interrupted, "yeah, apparently neither did Harry." without even turning around to face her. She touched my shoulder, and i shrugged her arm off. "Look Zayn, i know you're mad.. But, it's not Harry's fault. I was the one who-" i interrupted again, this time turning to face her, "i don't wanna know the details, thanks." i said, and quickly walked past her, before i could exit the room, she grabbed my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks.

I sighed again, and asked her, "what?" she came around to face me, her hand still wrapped around my wrist. "Zayn, i'm sorry. I really am.. I would never hurt you on purpose, you know that right?" a tear escaped her eyes, and absent-mindedly i wiped it away. I gave her a half-assed smile, and muttered a 'yeah,' before i freed myself from her grasp, and went over to the living room, sitting on the couch.

She sat in front of me, and looked at her lap nervously. "You're a great guy.. I really wish i could.." she stopped herself, and i got kind of upset. "Wish you could stop liking Harry, and like me instead? I don't need your fucking pity" i snapped, and she flinched again, opening her mouth to say something, but shut it before she said anything else. "Sorry.." i said, suppressing a sigh.

I've sighed a lot lately, haven't i? Yeah. I have.

She shook her head, and said "don't worry." before making up a bad excuse as to why she had to leave. I didn't stop her, and let her leave, before going back to my sandwich..

Don't worry.

Ha.