Harry's POV:
I'm knocking at her door again. Why am I knocking at her door? I thought we've broken up... But no; I can't deny it. I want her back, and I can't resist these arms that reach out for the handle. I pull back, sliding my hand into my pocket instinctively for my phone, but my hand only finds empty air. My heart skips a beat. Wait... I probably left it at the apartment. Dang.
I dig my hands deep into my pockets as the door opens. Denise is standing there. For a brief moment, neither of us says a word. Then I open my mouth, but she speaks first.
"Your friend was here earlier."
My mouth closes. "Yeah; yeah, I know."
"Did you send him?" she asks quietly, resting her hands on her hips. She's wearing a skimpy skirt and a rather suggestive top. Is she trying to lure me back seductively? Warning flags go up in my head but I ignore them. She's my girlfriend, after all. We can remake what was broken.
Can't we?
Denise folds her arms over her chest and glares at me sideways, her piercing dark eyes searing mine like lasers. "Harry," she says very slowly, "I think there's something you should know."
"What?" I demand. "Have you been cheating?"
"No," she smirks, seemingly amused at my response. "No; rather, your friend..." She pauses, hesitating. "He took things a little too far." Her lips slide shut over her mouth.
My jaw drops in shock. "Zayn? What?" I feel my mouth run dry as I stare at my girlfriend. Her face is completely serious, filled with an air of truth. She must be honest.
"Let's just say he tried," Denise continues, sighing. I was able to get rid of him quickly once I saw what he was trying to do." Her eyes shift downward, away from mine.
Anger rises inside me like a fire, licking at my insides. Zayn? Really? I thought I could trust him as a friend to go reconcile Denise for me-not cheat on his own girlfriend by playing around with mine! I honestly thought he had better respect for others in that way.
My anger-wherever it's come from, is inevitable now as I turn my back on the outside, entering Denise's apartment. We need to talk. As for Zayn, he has only made things worse between us, and now how will Denise ever forgive me?
Bella's POV:
He seems so nice. I wish I could talk freely with him, but I can't tell him what he wants to know. As he opens his car door for me and I climb in the passenger seat, he starts driving, stealing occasional glances at me in his mirror.
"Are you all right?" he asks tentatively. I can tell he isn't trying to be nosy or anything, but I can't tell him. I just can't.
How am I supposed to explain my mother's disappearance in words he'll understand? How can I describe my stepfather's violence without him feeling sorry for me? That's the last thing I want; a famous boy band member trying to act sympathetic to an abused nobody like me; a girl who tries to play basketball hard enough to forget her troubles... and usually fails?
I pull my knees to my chest and try not to meet his eyes. I'm a huge One Direction fan, but I never pictured myself in this place, right now. It's so unbelievable that I'm actually in the same car as Niall Horan!
So unbelievable I keep stealing glances at him to make sure it's real.
This is not how I expected my reaction to meeting a 1D member. I pictured myself jumping up and down with insanity, hugging and kissing all of them, asking for their autographs, their follows on Twitter-
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C'mon, C'mon (TMH 1)
Fanfiction"The one that I came with, she had to go. But you look amazing, standing alone" Harry's and Denise's love life is not going very well. Conflicting interests and ideas keep coming up, and their fallouts are resulting in longer stretches of time betwe...
