POV: Samantha

"Bloody hell Syd! Get a room!" I hissed to Niall and Sydney. It was only a peck, but still ew.

I don't actually know the reason I came to the concert.

I mean, Zayn asked me to go of course, but I didn't go because of him.

I really didn't find myself attracted to him.

I guess I went to make sure Niall didn't take advantage of Sydney. I still stood by what I said days before.

That One Direction were stuck up, no good, preps, and cared for nobody but themselves.

Yes I was happy for her, but no way was I leaving her alone with him. So naturally, I accepted Zayn's offer.

I hoped that I didn't give him false hope.

I sighed gratefully as i finally stepped outside of the stuffy back stage and into the cool air. I took a deep breath to compose myself. Not that I was very upset anyways.

"Hey." A voice puffed behind me, tickling my ear.

"Oh my god!" I gasped and I jumped about 10ft into the air only to turn around and find the perfectly styled hair of Zayn.

"You asshole! You scared the shit out of me!" I growled slugging his arm while glaring at him. 

"Ha, sorry love. Your so jumpy." Zayn laughed.

"Um yeah, so what?" I said dismissively and turning away from him. I could feel his disappointed stare pierce my back, but I refused to feel sympathy. I mean, I never asked for him to like me....

"Well, uh, I had a question." Zayn said nervously. 

I sighed and turned towards him waiting for him to speak.

He hesitated and looked a bit surprised I had been so willing to hear him out. 

"Well, Niall and Sydney were going on a date later on tonight and she was wondering if you and I would go with them as a double date?" He said all in one run on sentence. He squinted his eyes nervously as he awaited my answer.

"Um, could you and I go as friends instead of like dating?" I said feeling quite guilty that I didn't feel the same. I mean, of COURSE, I wanted to go on the double date. But of course that wasn't because of Zayn. It was because Sydney was going to be alone with Niall and that pissed me off very much. 

Zayn's face fell. He looked like a lost puppy and I just kicked it. His puppy eyes and oh jesus...... I will regret this.

"Fine. You know what, maybe it won't be so bad. I will be your date." I sighed as I broke eye contact from the puppy dog eyes that now lit up like a fucking Christmas Tree.

"Really? Thank you!" Zayn enthused smiling widely.

"Um, it's a date. Not a college fund." I said blandly. "But, now that I think of it, your rich. That's already payed off." I said scornfully, but Zayn didn't seem to notice. He was too busy texting on his phone. 

I sighed. Guess I was going on a date with my "just a friend" celebrity. 

Lovely.