The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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T/W: Implications of rape

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Haven's POV:

The sound of my new prepaid phone goes off loudly as I continue reading Zayn's gift while snuggled up on the couch. A couple of days have gone by since I talked to Harry and he enlightened me on all of his illegal activities. He'd given me a lot to think about and besides going to work this is all I've been doing.

Normal people wouldn't think twice if their boyfriend told them they laundered money through their place of employment. . .they would have run and never looked back. For me, that's one of the least important issues on my list, but then again I'm by no means normal. And by boyfriend, I meant a friend who was a boy so don't go making this weird.

"Zayn?" I answer quizzically, crossing my fingers that it's him.

"Hey Cherry." he speaks out breathily.

"Oh good, you got the voicemail I sent. I didn't know if you'd remember it was time for me to change phones." I talk to him grinning from ear to fucking ear.

"You change it like clockwork, how would I forget." he answers shortly.

"So how's work going? I really hate to say it but I'm really starting to fucking miss you." my book is now thrown on the couch beside me, having been long since forgotten. "I'm reading your gift right now and I still can't believe you remembered." I fiddle with the spine of the hardcover book.

"Work's good. I'm really missing you too and I'm so happy that you have them. I didn't know if I'd ever get them to you." he quiets down and some things off about him.

"Hey, you ok bubs? You sound different." I question and I hear him take in a soft raspy breath through the line.

He clears his throat before answering, "Yeah, sorry. I just had a really hard and long day today. Some asshole beat me up pretty good." he divulges and my stomach drops slightly.

"Oh my god! Are you ok? If you know their names I could help you steal their identities and we could buy you that new collection you were looking at. Maybe something for Cam, how's he anyway?" I ask jokingly, trying to brighten up his mood.

He's silent for a couple of seconds before he answers back. "We, uh-, we actually broke up. I guess the whole dating thing just isn't meant for people like us." God do I hope he's wrong.

"What? You broke up, what happened? I thought you really loved him?" I ash him shocked. I'd never known Zayn to be the dating type so when he told me about Cam I was sure that was it. It didn't take more than one conversation for me to realize how much he liked him.

"Yeah, I did, but I probably won't be seeing him again. In the end, I just couldn't protect him as I thought." he sounds sad and I wish he was here so I could give him a hug.

"Is he okay? Did something happen to him?" I sound panicked from what he just told me.

"No, but I didn't want it to get to that point. It was just better for both of us if I ended things. To him, it'll be like I was never there at all and for all he knows I dropped off the face of the earth." I wish I could say something to make him feel better but his reasonings are valid.

"Well I'm sorry things didn't work out, I wish you were here." I tell him as I play with a strand of my hair. "By the way when's the next time you can visit me? I still have to show you around London. I'm really liking it here." I smile thinking about Zayn meeting Maya, Liam, Grace, and Harry.