Blind... ( Zarry Stylik )

Chp 21: Another chance...

Quote of the day: We accept the love we deserve

Harry's P.O.V

I felt so, used.....

I knew it was too hard to be true, I knew I shouldn't have anyone!

Why did it have to be like this?! Why did Zayn have to be Zack....

And that girl, she knew too, she knew it was Zayn but she called him Zack.

"My life is so horrible." I whisper while rubbing my face.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door?

Why would someone want to come here? It's probably for Zayn anyways.

I get up with a sigh and start to walk to the door.

As I got there I put my hand on the door knob and twisted it.

"Zayn's not here come ba-"

I was cut off by petit hands wrapping around my neck?

"W-who is it?" I gasp.

"I'm so sorry curly! I am so so so sorry I lied to you about Zayn! Please forgive me!" A voice whimpered.

"Beautiful...." I whispered. That's what I called her that day....

"P-please don't say we can't be friends." She whimpered again.

I put my hands on her cheeks gently and made her look into my eyes. (I know he can't see her! Okeyyy it's just a cute little thing.)

"Beautiful, please stop crying for me?" I whisper as I feel the wetness of her cheeks.

"Ok-okay." She hiccupped.

"Let's go inside okay?"

I felt her nod her had since my hands were still on her cheeks.

As we walked in I felt her grab my hand tightly.

I let out a sigh and we start to walk to the couch, me leading the way even though I couldn't see anything.

As I felt the nice soft object I sat down letting her do the same.

It was quiet for about 5 minutes of hearing our breathing and her little sniffles.

"Why did you come here?" I mutter.

"You know why." She sighs.

"Fine, how did you know it happened?" I ask, because I really was confused how she knew at all about what happened.

It took her about 2 minutes before she spoke up.

"I-I just felt it..." She mumbles.

"You can't just feel something like this." I hiss.

"Curly, please you have to believe me, I felt it." She groaned.

"Fine, sure whatever."

"Please don't be angry with me." She whispered.

"Why can't I be angry? You lied to me!" I yell.

"I had a good reason too." She huffed out.

"Oh, really?" I ask

"Yea, yea I did."

"Okay, mind telling me that "good reason?" I ask smartly.

"I didn't say I could tell you..."

"Well then, get out." I sigh while pointing to the door.

"W-what!" She shrieks.

I just shrug and put my head on the pillow, which sadly smelt like Zayn.