"Say it ain't so,
Your drug is a heart breaker..."
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HARRYS POV:
She looked so peaceful when she slept. The morning sun was shining in the balcony window dancing across her skin. She was beautiful and it was killing me.
Part of me wished she could have stayed asleep forever. It would have been a lot easier for the both of us.
She wouldn't have to face the pain that I had brought on her anymore. Everything that had happened to her wouldn't matter. It would all just go away. She would never have to think about any of it ever again.
She could just dream about better things. Better people. A better life.
I gently pulled myself from beneath her delicate body, trying my best not to wake her as I got out of bed. Once I made it onto the floor, I quietly made my way into the living room. I started the coffee pot, knowing she was going to want a cup when she woke up. I never really drank coffee before her, but I bought the machine when she first started coming over. It took me forever to figure out how the bloody thing worked.
Making coffee for her in the morning had become sort of a ritual for me. I grabbed my phone out of the pocket of my sweatpants, before pressing the buttons on the screen, dialing Zayn.
"Hello."
"Did you take care of him?" I asked quickly, getting strait to the point.
"Oh, good morning to you too Mate. Sounds like you woke up on the right side of the bed."
"Answer my fucking question." I snapped, not in the mood for jokes.
"Who shit in your cheerios this morning?"
"Zayn." I spoke sternly, needing him to be serious.
"If by 'took care of ' you mean scrape what was left of him off the parking lot of my tattoo shop then yes."
"I won't have anything to worry about then?"
"No. I called Niall and Louis and they helped me with- him."
"Great."
We were both quiet for a few seconds.
"How's Cali doing?" He muttered, probably already knowing the answer.
"Not good, but better than I thought. She's still asleep. I haven't really had a chance to talk to her about it." It hurt to think about.
"Okay. Text me if she needs anything."
"I will." I hung up the phone, tossing it onto the counter, running the palm of my hand across my face out of stress.
I turned to lean my back against the counter, but to my surprise she was standing there at the edge of the hall, leaning up against the doorframe. She was watching me intently, looking me up and down before eventually catching my eye line.
"Who were you talking to?" She gazed back at me curiously.
"Zayn." I tried to study her to see if I could get a feel for how she was handling things.
