Louis and I have danced for four songs when Zayn walks over to us. "Lou, can I take the girl for a spin?" I watch Louis as he hesitantly steps back. Zayn grasps my hand in his and places his other on my hip. "So he told you..." he murmured casually. "Yeah, he did." I say, not meeting his eyes. "I guess bạn don't feel the same then." I shook my head. "I tình yêu him, Zayn. And you..." I pause and look at him. "I don't know how I feel about you." He smiles. "So there's hope?" I gently pull out of his grasps and my face turns cold. "No Zayn. There is no hope. I didn't mean I'm confused about my feelings for you. I meant that I'm not sure about our friendship. I tình yêu Louis, not you."

Zayn narrows his eyes. "What, do bạn think you're better than me? Because bạn ended up with our mighty leader? bạn don't think I could tình yêu bạn any better than he can?" he shouts. The âm nhạc slowly stops and people stare at us. I see Louis stand up from the table. "No that's not what I think--" I try. "Save it Isabelle. You're just an insecure girl who can't admit her true feelings." My world stopped at that moment. That insult could not be returned with nothing. I narrowed my eyes and yelled, "Hey Zayn? Guess what? I can admit my feelings. I tình yêu Louis. Louis freaking Tomlinson. Not you! I would never fall for someone that's a jerk!" In a second, I'm on the floor. My face stinging. It slowly registers in my mind. Zayn just hit me.

Louis sails across the floor and Zayn and him start a full out fight. My hand reaches up to touch my cheek. "Isabelle..." whispers a voice. I look up. It's Niall and Liam. They help me up and we walk back to the table. I slowly pick up my cái ví, ví tiền and watch as Zayn ends up on the floor. "Don't bạn ever touch my girlfriend again! Don't even bother coming back to the house!" Louis screamed at him. Niall puts his arm around me and Ava and Avery shoot me sympathetic looks. We all get into the car. There is an awkward silence as we wait for Louis.

"Would bạn please say something?" I beg, looking at each of them. Harry looks at Avery and then me. "We don't know what to say." he answers. I close my eyes and the car door slams. "Baby, are bạn okay?" I blink and Louis gently strokes my cheek. "No... I'm not." The car starts and we're on our way home. "I'm so sorry... I should have never let him dance with you." I closed my eyes again and fell asleep on his chest.