Missing Pages (Book 2)

Go Ahead, Break Up With Me

Harry's POV~
I found him sitting against a tree. He looked as if he was in pain..but he wasn't bleeding. This was a deeper kind of pain, a pain that soaked straight into your bones.

It wasn't until I got closer that I saw he was crying. My heart ached for him. "Zayn.." I whisper, reaching down & touching his shoulder lightly. He didn't look up, nor did he speak. He just sat there, in silence, crying.

It was like he wasn't really there..like his brain had jumped out of his head & ran off & his body was just left there.

I kneeled down beside him, & cupped his cheeks in my hands, pulling his face towards mine. His eyes shot up to look into mine.

"I'll kill you.." He whispers weakly.

What? My heart beat quickens, but not from my love for him..but from fear. What does he mean? Would he really kill me? Where did that even come from? He didn't sound angry..he sounded scared.

"No you won't." I say softly, I'm not sure who I was trying to convince, me or him.

"Harry..you have to leave me..everyone I care about dies..you can't die..you can't.." He cries.

My heart breaks for him..so that's what he meant. He thinks because I he loves me I'll die..like his dad did..

"Louis isn't dead, you care about him. Josh isn't dead either, or Niall, or Liam. You care about them right?" I argue.

"It's not the same.." He whispers.

"I'm not breaking up with you Zayn. I did that once already & I've never regretted anything more in my entire life." I say, before kissing him gently.

"Then I'll break up with you." He says harshly, pulling away.

"Then do it, break up with me." I say firmly. "But you'll spend forever regretting it. You love me Zayn..you may push me away, and yes, I probably drive you crazy. But that's because we love each other. We fight, it's who we are. You push everyone away because you hate loosing people, so you think that if you push them away then you won't have to be rejected by them later down the road. You like being able to control it. You crave having control..over everything & everyone. So go ahead Zayn, break up with me." I say, standing up & crossing my arms.

I watch as his jaw tenses, fists clenching. He's angry, but I don't care. I don't regret what I said, it was true.

"Fuck off. You don't know me. Don't pretend like you do." He snaps, getting up.

"Oh I'm pretty sure I do." I scoff.

"Oh yeah? What do you know about me huh?" He says, stepping closer.

"I know you love to blame yourself for things that aren't your fault. I know that your step dad is an arsehole. I know that you loved that motorcycle that you worked on with your dad. I know that you're scared to tell your sisters that you have a different dad. I know that you care about your friends a lot more than you lead on. I know that you love me..and you love books, although you'd never admit it. I saw how you highlighted parts of The Great Gatsby. I know your favorite food is chicken, should I go on?" I ask, smirking.

"No." He whispers. Everything slows in that moment..I see the pain in his eyes, the sorrow, the grief. He carries so much inside him..so much destruction & pain.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly.

"You left out one thing.." He says, staring at his shoes.

"What?" I ask confused.

"You forgot to mention I was a monster..you forgot to mention I killed my father. Or the fact that I'm a piece of shit, who will hurt you." He says looking up at me.