Opening act (Z.M)

After York

Author: hiii same with this one, i have no clue what happened but they didn't upload in the right order PLEASE read York pt.2 (the one before this), After york (this one), and the next chapter to come AFTER you read York pt.1 PLEASE and thank you. again i'm really sorry. - gigi x

Bella's POV

I woke up feeling hungover. I checked the time to see it was 1pm. My eyes were still swollen from crying and my nose was stuffy.

I sighed before getting up. I sluggishly walked into my bathroom. I flicked on the light before staring in the mirror.

I looked.... tired—mentally and physically. I splashed some water on my face to wake up.

Zayn's cologne scent haunted my bathroom. I shook my head to stop my thoughts. I brushed my teeth before plopping back on my bed.

I looked at my phone to see missed calls and texts. I scanned through them, seeing most of the texts and calls from Harry.

I didn't want to think about last nights events yet so I threw it on the bed.

I remembered Gigi yelling those words and Zayn crying at my door. My eyes began to water and tears fell.

I decided to change to try and distract myself. I searched my room for my suitcase only to realize it's in Zayn's room.

Sighing in frustration, I grabbed my phone and clicked Harry's name.

"Bells?" He answered.

"Uh hi Harry" I croaked.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to come to your room?" He said with worry.

"I'm ok" i sniffled "can you just please do me a favor?"

"Bells are you sure you're ok-" "Harry please" I whispered, my voice cracking.

He stayed silent for a moment. "What do you need?"

"Please get my suitcase from Zayn's room, I'm not... ready to see him" I said.

"Of course I'll be right there" he said before hanging up.

Harry's POV

I knocked on Zayn's door. No answer. I knocked again, louder. No answer.

I turned the knob and saw it was unlocked. I cracked the door open to see the room dark.

I stepped inside the dim room. Zayn sat on the bed, facing the closed curtains. He didn't look up when he heard me. He sat with his elbows rested on his knees and his head in his hands.

"Zayn" I spoke.

He looked up at me. He looked almost... ill, sick.

It killed me having to ask him but I knew it would have been way worse for Bella if she did. "are you alright mate?" I walked closer.

He paused before dropping his head "what do you need mate" his voice was scratchy.

"She left her suitcase" I looked down.

He picked up his head "she talked to you" he said.

I nodded. "Is she ok?" He asked.

I couldn't answer his question. My silence answered for me, making him slowly nod and drop his head again.

"It's in the corner" he mumbled.

I scanned the room until my eyes landed on her suitcase.

I walked over to it before picking it up. "Give her time mate" I said.