Broken A Zarry Fanfiction

Chapter 15

Zayn's Pov:

I was numb from the cold, because my dumbass had left my hoodie in my room.

I had been too pissed to pay attention, and now I was paying for it.

No if you were wondering, I didn't want to go back to my house.

For two reasons.

I would have to see my mom, and I had hurt the one person who was trying to help me poor Harry.

Why had I said that horrible thing to him?

I overreacted, and now Harry was probably going to never forgive me.

Deep breaths.

One two three.

Don't let this mess up your recovery.

I kept pacing outside, until I knew I had no more options left.

So I walked into the house, and nobody was to be seen.

Both Harry and my mom had disappeared.

It was fine, because I didn't want to deal with either of them anyways.

They both had betrayed me, and I don't even think they realized it.

I wasn't ready to open up to a complete stranger about my problems yet.

That would be crazy, it was hard enough opening up to Harry.

Why would they push me do something I wasn't comfortable with?

I wanted to go upstairs, and punch something very hard.

But I was in for a time, when I walk upstairs, and see Harry sitting on my bed.

He's gazing absentmindedly out the window, and not even paying any attention to me.

I knew I had hurt him, but I couldn't think of anything right now, except warming my half frozen body.

So I climbed onto my bed, and buried my body beneath my covers.

I can't look at Harry right now, so I covered my face with the covers.

Harry didn't see me, but I could sense his presence.