TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 34

I scrolled through my contacts to try and find someone, but the only person I came across that I knew wasn't at work or busy was Zayn. I called him and he answered immediately "Sarah, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just wondering if I could get a ride?" "Yeah sure. I was just worried because you know, we haven't talked for a while." "I know, I'm sorry about that too. I've just," I paused thinking of what to say "been in a tough situation lately. Long story." "Well I have time," he chuckled through the phone. "Wanna grab some coffee and catch up?" "Sounds...interesting." I agreed with a laugh. "Where are you?" He asked. "Rosewood apartments." "Why are you in that part of town?....forget it, I'll be there in 10." We hung up and I was so glad that I didn't need to explain I was here, more like I didn't want to believe it.

Sarah's P.O.V

Zayn pulled up beside me and I got inside the car. "How have you been?" He asked as he hugged me. "My life at the moment is pretty fucking hectic to be honest." I attempted to laugh. "I can tell," he gestured to the Rosewood apartment buildings. "Why are you here?" "Oh, you know. The usual." I casually said. "And by the usual I mean I found out Harry is alive and just a lot of other shit." I informed him while trying to hold in the tears. He looked at me full of shock and tried to utter out any word that would come out. "But...but...we watched him, we...what the fuck!" I could see his anger growing by the second, even though the shock was still evident. "Sarah, I swear to God I'm gonna hurt him!" His fists clenched the steering wheel. "Zayn, please. It's not worth it." I tried to calm him down. "No! I want to make that asshole pay for every single tear that he made you waste on him!" He growled. "Zayn, please." I begged as I was unable to hold back the tears any longer. He turned to me and realized that I was crying and he placed his now calm hand on my cheek and sympathetically said "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you cry... I just...he doesn't deserve you." I placed my hand over his and looked up at him. "Is it bad that I'm just starting to realize that?"

Harry's P.O.V

I was hoping that she didn't leave yet, that she was still out there even though it has been awhile. With that small sliver of hope, I walked down to the parking lot, hoping to see my guardian angel one last time. When my shoe-less feet came into contact with the snow, I looked up to see a sight that I wouldn't even imagine. Zayn with his hand passionately looking at my baby, with his hand on the cheek I could feel just with the thought of it. I sucked in a sharp breath, that burned in pain as I felt all the warmth and love leave my body. My heart shattered once again, but it was a pain I recognized since I was a child, I still knew how to cover it up and tuck it away for no one to find. Sarah was the only one I let inside my life, the only person I ever opened up to, the only person I ever let into my fucked up brain, the only fucking person I loved and trusted... I knew for a fact that this time she wasn't going to be the one to find that hidden pain, and she wouldn't be the one to tuck it away for me again. I looked back up to see her staring back at him the way she used to look at me and I can't explain that type of pain, because this type of pain was never felt by me, this was the worst fucking pain I ever endured...and I've felt a lot of pain, but nothing and I mean nothing compares to this. When someone you love more than yourself looks at you like a disgusting piece of shit, it's the end of your feelings, because after that you have no feelings. "Goodbye...friend." I mumbled to myself as I finally peeled my eyes from the numbing sight, turned around and headed back to my familiar life without her.

I sat on my couch not knowing what to do. What's new? I thought to myself once again. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore, I want her to find someone else, someone better than me, someone that will treat her better than I ever could, just someone that isn't Zayn...but the thought of her with another man, any other man, stabs me in the heart and twists the knife by the handle. I can't see a life without her, mostly because without her I don't have a reason to live...Sarah was my reason to live...and now I don't have Sarah. She left because she saw the way I see myself, didn't she?

A/N: I know it has been awhile since I've updated and this isn't that long of a chapter, but I'm running slow on ideas for what I want for both Harry and Sarah, I have a couple ideas but I want to choose the right one. FYI this is NOT the end of the story and nowhere near it for that matter. And I'm sorry to all the Sarry fans, but not all fairy tales are perfect, especially not this one. But trust me, the drama only gets better from here. All the love.