Zayn's P.O.V:

It's been two weeks, and she still hasn't gotten her memories back. I miss her, I miss us. Although, there was never 'us'. She and Louis had been going on dates lately, so that she can know him better. She seems happy with him, and so does he. Let's just say that the torture is back again. I don't want to steal my best friend's girlfriend, but I can't stop loving her. Everything she does, makes me want to love her more. But only if she knew my feelings for her.

"You got an 'A'. Are you sure you did it all by yourself?" Mr. O'Brien glares at me through his glasses.

I roll my eyes at him, and speak up. "Look, Dad--you got offended last time when I called you, bro, so Dad it is--just because your last name is O'Brien, doesn't mean you try to be cool like Dylan O'Brien, okay?"

"How do you know my son's name?" He looks at me in surprise, making my eyes wide as I stare at him with my jaw almost touching the floor.

"Holy Bananas! Dylan is your son?" I question with amusement. He gives me a weird look and mutters a confused "yeah".

"It's fucking crazy, man!" I shriek, shaking my head in amusement.

"Mind your language and get back to your seat before I fail you in your tests. You're insane." He raises his voice at me, making me mock him. I take my test sheets from his hands and make my way back to my seat. That old bald man got some issues with me. It's not like I stole his hair or something.

Melanie looks pretty much lost in her test results, she isn't even looking up at me or anyone. I toss my result on her desk and she lifts her head up, giving me a confused look.

"A," I smirk and she smiles, focussing back on her test results. I give her a weird look, before snatching her result from her hands. "I got an 'A'." I repeat.

"That's good, congrats. Can I have my papers back now?" She says, with a not-so-interested look plastered all over her face.

"Someone had a bet with me, if I get an 'A', then she will do anything I say." Woah! That rhymed. I try to give her a hint. The hell, why am I even trying? She doesn't remember the bet. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to let her go, I mean I worked hard because of this bet.

"Good," she mumbles, with her head bowed down and eyes locked on her result. Why is she even staring at that thing for so long? She got an 'A' as well, she should be happy rather than sitting beside me like a dead person.

"Look, Nerd, we had a bet, so now you gotta do whatever I say." I say, and she looks at me in confusion. She points to herself and I nod, with a smirk.

"I don't even remember such thing, what if you're making this up on your own? I'm not doing anything." She says, shaking her head. The bell rings and she gets up from her seat, beginning to leave but I grab her wrist, making her turn around.

"We had a bet, you can't just back away." I say looking at her in disbelief. She rolls her eyes at me and clenches her teeth in annoyance.

"What do I have to do?" She says through clenched teeth.

I smirk at her. "Hmm, that I'll save for later." I say, winking at her, and hear a "Perv," come out from her mouth.

"What perv? I was talking about our history assingments. You got a dirty mind back there, Nerdy." I smirk, at her. She looks at me in shock before shaking her head, vigorously.

"I-I- didn't say anything." She says, with her eyes wide open.

"Oh you didn't. But I know what you're thinking right now. We can piss off the neighbours if you want, though." I tease her, smirking. Her face starts getting red as she stares at me in shock. It's funny to see her expressions right now.

"Che diavolo stai dicendo?!" She blurts out before realizing what she just said.

"Geez! Since when did I start talking in Italian? Shut up, Malik. You're making me insane."

"Inzay-" before I can correct her with a smirk, she squeals.

"Que demonios? Cállate pervertido!" I give her a confused look, and she smacks her forehead, shaking her head.

"Now, I've started speaking Spanish. I'm out of here."

"How do I know you weren't talking dirty to me in Italian and Spanish?" I ask her with a smirk. She rubs her face, which is turning a darker shade of red and lands her gaze on our hands, before speaking up.

"I wasn't. Can you leave my hand now, Malik?" She asks and I step back, giving her space to go. She starts walking away but stops in her track, turning her head to look at me. "I hate you!" She says, making me laugh and continues to walk again.

"I love you too, Nerdy!" I yell from behind, making her stop again and pass me a glare. I laugh and she leaves the class room.

"Zayn, we have to meet for the final rehearsal of tonight's show. Tell Harry and Niall, to meet us in the music room right now." Liam most likely orders when I join him and Louis in the hallways. I sigh and nod my head, as Liam and Louis head towards the music room, and I look around for Harry and Niall.

Tonight, is the summer ball of our school and Louis, Liam, Harry, Niall and I are performing a song, written by me on the stage. I was so not ready for it, but due to our music teacher being so helpless and in a desperate need for a band, we agreed to do that for the charity. I love to sing, but I wasn't ready for such a sudden performance in front of so many people, especially when the song is written by me; for her. He said, he wanted us to sing something different, that is when Liam stepped forward and told him and everyone that I had written a song. Screw you Payne. I'm never telling him a secret from now on.

Melanie's P.O.V:

"Hurry up, Mel. We're getting late!" Lottie yells for the tenth time, from downstairs. This girl has no chill.

"Lottie, stop yelling like your brother. Let me style her hair, peacefully!" Eleanor screams back, while giving my hair, the style I had on my sister's wedding. At least, that's what I saw in the pictures. After a lot of protests coming from downstairs, Eleanor and I quickly make our way to Lottie's car, earning cold glares from her. We soon reach our school, and can see the banners and decorations already, with loud music blazing from inside.

This loud music reminds me of something. Suddenly I see blurred visions of someone in a black dress, dancing on a dance floor with a boy. Then the boy slaps her-

"Mel, you okay?" Waliyha asks, cutting off my thoughts as she places a hand on my shoulder and I give her a slight nod, coming back to my senses.

We enter the school, and head towards the crowded basketball court, where the event has been aranged. My eyes widen when I see the number of kids present here, right now.

"I finally got to see the students, who never attended the school this whole time, until the ball." Lottie says, leading us to the table where all kinds of juices are kept. We laugh at her and, I spot Louis on the other side of the court, who's eyes meet mine and he runs towards us.

"You look, really gorgeous, El." He says looking at Eleanor. The smile on my face, fades when I excpected him to say that to me. I bite my lip, and wait for him to notice me, playing with my fingers when I hear someone whisper something in my ear, from behind.

"You look beautiful, you always do." I hold my breath, and bite my lip harder, feeling his presence near me. "Take that frown off of your face now." He says and I smile to myself, looking at my hands, when I feel his hands on top of mine, stopping me from breaking my fingers. Due to his extremely cold touch, my heart beat gets faster and I let out the breath I have been holding. I look at Louis and the others, but they seem busy in their own conversations. I turn around and meet the hazel eyes as he smiles at me.

"Thank you," I whisper. I am trying my hardest not to blush right now, but I know it's not working because I can feel the heat on my cheeks. He nods his head and I take in his attire. It's his same attire, but he still manages to look hot in his black leather jacket and skinny jeans.

"I heard you're performing tonight," I say and he nods, looking nervous.

"Are you nervous?"

"Hell a lot," he says, hiding his hands in his pant's pockets and stands on tip toes.

"Don't be, you'll do great, but I'll cheer for you the loudest, if your voice cracks or you fall from the stage." I laugh at him and so does he. He stops with a smile on his face as he quietly stares at me. His eyes don't leave my face, as he seems to study me. I stop laughing, and shyly shift my gaze downwards. I hear him sigh before he speaks up.

"Thank you for the encouragement." He chuckles. "But I'm nervous because..because the song is written by me, for her and she's here." He says and I lift up my head, looking at him in excitement.

"She's here?" I ask him, showing full excitement in my voice. He chuckles and nods. It's not that I have anything to do with it, but still I feel excited for some unknown reason.

"Let's go guys, it's time!" Liam yells from behind, Louis turns around and finally notices me. He comes closer and gives me a hug, complementing my look. Yeah, thank you, after thousand years you noticed. He quickly kisses my cheek, when I notice Zayn getting uncomfortable. I narrow my eyes in confusion and look at him. Louis runs towards Liam, Harry and Niall, so does Zayn, but I stop Zayn and he turns around to face me.

"Best of luck," I say and he nods, his face looking glum. He turns around and leaves, where as I join the girls back.

After a while, they finally step on the stage, making everyone go wild, with screems and cheers. Zayn eyes seem to search for something, or someone to be precise, in the crowd, when his eyes land on me. I give him a slight smile of encouragement, when he steps forward to the mic, speaking something.

"This is for someone speacial. Just so you know, I love you." He says making everyone scream louder. I feel Waliyha mumble something beside me, which makes me look at her in confusion. She shakes her head and I turn my attention back to them, or most likely to him. His eyes never left my face, he still keeps staring at me as if there is no one else in the court, except me.

Soon Liam starts singing, later joined by the rest of them.

"I'm broken, do you hear me?
I'm blinded, 'cause you are everything I see,
I'm dancin' alone, I'm praying,
That your heart will just turn around,

And as I walk up to your door,
My head turns to face the floor,
'Cause I can't look you in the eyes and say,

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,
It just won't feel right,
'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah,
When he lays you down,
I might just die inside,
It just don't feel right,
'Cause I can love you more than this,
Can love you more than this."

"And my brother is so in deep ass love with-" I hear Waliyha, mumble from beside me but then she stops, biting her lip. She might be talking about the girl, he wrote this song for. It's not hard to admit how beautifully this song is written. Just by the lyrics a person can understand his feelings, the depth and his love for her. He steps forward and brings the mic closer to his mouth and closes his eyes for a while before singing a solo.

His eyes again peel open, landing right back at me, as he starts singing.

"Yeah, I've never had the words to say,
But now I'm askin' you to stay
For a little while inside my arms,
And as you close your eyes tonight,
I pray that you will see the light,
That's shining from the stars above."

~*~

A.n:

Can we just pretend that "More than this" was a song written by Zayn for Mel?

A teenage girl was sitting beside me in a metro train, she was reading a book on wattpad, offline. Minutes later, I recognised the names "Zayn, Melanie and the other characters of HSB" in the book (my eyes weren't fixed on her phone. I just glanced for a while.), making my eyes pop out and squeal inside. I was like, WOAAAHHHHHHH!!! THIS YOUNG LADY OVER HERE IS READING MY BOOK, SITTING BESIDE ME! Well, hello there. If you are reading it, just so you know, that the 50 year old man, you were sitting next to in a metro train yesterday, was me, the author of HSB.

Stay blessed and safe. Keep smiling cause it looks best on you. :)

Love y'all and Zayn a lot.

Thank you, beautiful xx