Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 38

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Harry

I dash out of the house, and get into my car to drive anywhere far away from Zayn. My knuckles are red and sting with a slight pain as I grip the steering wheel. I tried not to punch him, I really did. His smug face made it hard not to. Just thinking of it now makes my eyes go red.

"You're an asshole you know," Zayn starts and I roll my eyes.

"I know—"

"No, I don't think you do. Jasmine cried for days on your cheating ass, and I had to pick up the pieces."

"And I apologize for it, I never meant to hurt anyone. Let alone Jasmine. She was my rock for so long, but Melanie and have this history that was hard to ignore. I'd apologize a million times to her if I could, but I know it wouldn't change anything."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever Harry wants, Harry gets right?" He snaps and I know he's not talking about Jasmine anymore, but Melanie.

"Look, Melanie loves me just move on," I sigh.

"That's not what she said when I was fucking her brains out," Zayn smirks. My blood boils as I clench my fist and grit my teeth.

"Stop fucking lying!" No way Melanie slept with him. She told me she didn't and I believe her.

"Sorry mate, but she said I was her best lover. She didn't want to hurt your feelings, small dick."

Before, I had any recollection of what I was doing, I was hovered over Zayn and punching his face. I got three punches in before stopping myself and rushed out the door to cool off. I was just so pissed. Also, I have no way to know if he's telling the truth. Melanie could've lied to me to not hurt my feelings, but I can't ask her since she doesn't remember.

Zayn purposely provoked me, but I still shouldn't have hit him. I let my anger and jealousy get the best of me, I just hope he doesn't press charges. Driving for hours, I stopped at the abandoned building Melanie and I went to after my father's funeral. Going up to the roof, I take a deep breath and look out to the busy city. I stay here for a while with my thoughts and emotions.

***

"Oh thank god, I found you," Melanie's voice brings me back to reality.

"Hey, how's Zayn? Is he going to press charges?" I mumble.

"He has a black eye and swollen lip, but he'll survive. And no he's not thanks to me," Melanie says standing beside me.

"Mel, I didn't mean to hit him, he just—"

"Provoked you, I know. He told me what happened."

"Are you mad?"

"Mad? No, but a little disappointed. I understand why there's so much tension, but from what I remember is that Zayn is my friend. I'd like for you two to get along, but if it's too hard I'm not going to force it."

"I will try, if he does."

"Good," she smiles resting her head against my shoulder. "Mel?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember sleeping with Zayn?"

"Yeah he told me he said that. And no we didn't he just wanted to make you angry." I sigh glad what he said was false and she didn't lie to me. I don't care if they slept together when weren't together. Okay, that's a lie, but I would be more upset she felt that she had to hide that from me.

We stay for a couple more moments watching the sunset. I hold Melanie in my arms resting my chin on her head. "Hey, how'd you find me anyways?" I ask.

"Oh well, I looked at a couple places I'd go when I'm upset. I'd figured I took you to one of them. If that failed I knew you come home when you were ready." I nod at her logic

"I actually showed you this place," I say maybe she remembers.

"Oh really? I just remember me coming up here alone a lot," she replies. I sigh, before suggesting we go home.

The drive back was silent as light rain started to hit the windshield. I can't help but to think about what Sandra told her in their session. If I ask Sandra she's not going to tell me because it's private, but will Melanie ever tell me. I was about to get out of the car until Melanie stops me.

"Harry, about last night. I'm sorry if I made things weird between us. I was drunk and probably giving you miss signals. I just don't want it to be more awkward between us," Melanie rushes.

"Hey, Melanie calm down. It's alright, no need to explain yourself. Let's just forget about it, okay." I didn't want her to feel bad about it knowing it'll only stress her out. It felt so much like old times I momentarily forgot she had amnesia. I was hurt only a little that she didn't want to kiss me, but I also know she's not 100% comfortable around me either. And even if she doesn't remember, I'm going to make her fall in love with me again. What we have is too special to give up on.

"Yeah, okay," she weakly grins and gets out of the car.

***
Melanie and I ordered pizza while we spent the night watching romantic comedies. Before we watch 13 Going On 30, Melanie goes to the bathroom.

"Okay I'm back," she grins hopping on the couch.

"Mel, I know it's not my business, but what did you and Sandra talk about yesterday."

"Oh she said I had selective amnesia."

"That's it, did she say the cause."

"Uh yeah, it's connected to the guy who attacked me."

Oh I see, Melanie went through a traumatic experience and her brain is blocking out some of her memories. I don't bother her with anymore questions and play the movie. Melanie moves in closer to me and by the middle of the movie my arms wrapped around her, and her head is nuzzled in my chest. Before the movie ended she went to sleep, and I carry her back to the guest room. After putting the blankets on her, I kiss her temples and leave the room.

Sweet dreams, angel

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