Clichè

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Before I could react, Harry slapped Zayn in the face. "You fucking broke my jaw, you asshole!" He slammed his fist into Zayn's stomach and pushed him to the ground. I beat on Harry's back, trying to get him to get up, but he wouldn't stop. I screamed for help as I watched Harry beat the living hell out of Zayn. Some dude came and lifted Harry off, I ran to hug his waist.

"Harry calm down, stop." I whispered in his ear. "I'm right here, shhh." He was panting and waved his hand at Zayn.

"Get the hell out." He said. Zayn stumbled to his feet, blood dripping down his face and onto his white cut off shirt.

"Let me go talk to Zayn." I said, pulling on Harry's sleeve. I really didn't know why I was asking to go talk to him, but I felt like if is didn't Harry would pull me back. He nodded and let me off. I grabbed Zayn's arm, and pulled him into the ladies bathroom.

"This is the girls.." He murmured.

"Shut the hell up and listen to me." I said, stomping my foot. "What the actual fuck are you doing here? How did you find us?" I yelled.

"I need to talk to you." He said calmly, taking some tissue to dab up the blood.

"What could you possibly want?"

"Harry is cheating on you! I came to tell you, because you wouldn't pick up the phone. I miss you like crazy at the shop, I miss seeing your beautiful eyes-"

"Shut the fuck up." I said, cutting him off. "You know damn well that I am not the only girl in your life. I heard you in the phone last week! And yes, I know Harry kissed another girl. He told me, and we are not really seeing eye to eye right now, and thanks to you, this is going to make things worse!" I yelled. He came closer to me, and slowly caressed my hot cheek. I flinched, and brushed his hand away. "What are you doing?" I whispered. He leaned in closer, our foreheads barely touched. My heart was racing, I swear he could hear it. Before I knew it, his lips were pressed to mine, and his hands found my hips, pulling me into him. I pulled away quick, but his grip wouldn't let go. "Zayn, fucking stop!" I yelled, pushed his shoulders away.

"Why won't you kiss me back?" He asked.

"Because I'm dating Harry!" I was about to explode, if he was that stupid to realize that I was dating Harry, and I wanted to stay loyal to him, he was dumber than I thought.

"I can give you so much more." He mumbled, coming towards me again. "And I really wasn't on the phone when you saw me, just to make you jealous." He laughed wickedly. My heart began to speed up again, something about him being so close to me drives me insane. "I see you watch me on my smoke breaks, too. Jessi, I know you can't resist me." I shoved him away before I did something I regretted. I pushed through the door and ran as fast as I could. I ran all the way to the resort, and locked myself inside and cried. I sobbed. Sobbed because Zayn was driving me crazy with all these signals. Harry, god I really like him, he treated me right. I also sobbed because I had no one to tell all this to anymore. My mom is dead, Sasha is dead! Dammit I lost everyone I loved! Going to their funerals next week will destroy me. I thought of people to call, and I decided to call my Aunt. I haven't talked to her since the hospital incident.

"Hi sweetie, what's up?" She perkily asked. I breathed in to calm myself and spoke.

"I'm having some...trouble. Boy trouble." I but my lip to control my tears.

"Tell me all about it." She said.

"There's this boy-Harry. We've been dating a couple weeks. Well, I work at The Hangout down the road from my house- this guy named Zayn is the manager. Well, last week, I kinda...did stuff with Zayn in the storage room." She laughed and told me to continue. "Well, after Mom died, I confessed everything to him, and he was really pissed. We came to this vacation spot to get some stress off our shoulders, and he told me all this shit about how he kissed his ex girlfriend around the same time I hooked up with Zayn. He told me to quit my job! Like no! What a jerk! Right? Anyways, he took me out tonight, and we went dancing. Zayn shows up, and they end up fighting. I went to talk to Zayn, and he kissed me. I didn't kiss back because I really like Harry. He told me he would be so much better for me; take care of me, ya know. I'm so confused, Zayn is so mysterious and rebel like, with long dark hair and dark brown eyes, covered in tattoos. Harry is so sweet and compassionate, he has long chestnut curls and green eyes, with weird and I mean weird tattoos." I laughed through my tears.

"Well, it sounds like to me you're stuck in the middle of two hot guys who both really like you, but you like them for completely different reasons. Follow your heart sweetie. To me, it sounds like this Zayn kid isn't going to stop chasing you for your heart." She said. I nodded and wiped my teary eyes.

"Thank you so much. I love you. I will talk to you when I get home." We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up. I looked around, and closed my tired eyes. Think Jessi, think. The door unlocked, and Harry waltzes through to sit next to me on the bed. He sat, legs apart, resting his folded hands between them.

"What are you thinking about?" He mumbled.

"You." I said, not looking at him. "Zayn told me why he came."

"Why?" He asked

"Trying to take me from you, told me about you and Toni. Nothing really new." I stared at the wall. "What happened after I left?"

"Nothing. Everyone left after the fight." I looked at his hands, bloody and cracked from the contacts between his rings and Zayns face. "Are you okay?" He asked, leaning back on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking."