Leave Me [h.s] (On hold)

Chapter 41

Chapter 41- Believing

-Noelle's POV-

My alarm went off promptly at 6:30 am, as it always did on the weekdays when I had class. The only problem with it going off now was that it wasn't a weekday.

"Turn that shit off." Zayn groaned next to me, his voice thick with sleep.

"Sorry babe." I whispered in reply, sitting up in bed slightly to grab my phone off of the nightstand. I hit a button that shut off the sound before collapsing back into bed, and I was just about to close my eyes again when I saw Zayn. "Your face." I said tiredly but with a small gasp.

"What about it?" Zayn asked, opening his eyes so that they met mine. I stretched out my hand and placed it on his cheek, avoiding the spot where Harry had hit him. Just as I had expected, there was a huge bruise right on top of his cheekbone that was varying shades of purple and dark red. His skin had split open slightly right where Harry's ring had touched his face, so there was a small gash in the middle of the bruised area.

"I shouldn't have bought him that damn ring." I mumbled, remembering the way his eyes had widened when he opened the Christmas gift I got him.

"What?" Zayn asked me, his tired eyes showing his confusion.

"Oh... I bought Harry a ring for Christmas when we were in Chicago." I told Zayn, cursing myself for bringing it up with Zayn. I saw no reason why Zayn needed to know about that, simply because it might upset him. It was kinda shitty of me, to get Harry a gift but not get one for my own boyfriend. But that's just how I was, shitty.

"I'm just glad he got that out of his system. I was always worried when I was around him, because I knew it would happen. Just didn't know when really." Zayn explained, his bottom lip pushed out in a slight pout. He did that a lot in the morning, mostly because he was awake when he didn't want to me. I loved it though, it made him look like less of the sex God that he was and just more adorable. Not that he wasn't always adorable, but you know what I'm saying here.

"How could you have known that? I didn't even know that he was planning on doing that, and I know Harry." I asked him, pulling the blankets up slightly and bunching them up under my head. I watched Zayns heavenly lips as they began forming words.

"I feel like we've had this conversation a million times babe." Zayn said with a smile that caused him to close his eyes, but something in his tone told me that the smile wasn't real, it told me that he was sick of saying that Harry was in love with me.

"We have.... I just like, can't wrap my head around it. I've known Harry since we were kids, I just can't see him being in love with me. Like actually in love with me." I said aloud, but mostly contemplating it in my own head.

"Well, I think this bruise on my face will help you with that." Zayn said, his tone annoyed as he turned around in bed so that he was no longer facing me.

"Don't be mad at me for this. It's not my fault he punched you. I don't control Harry." I told Zayn, sitting up in bed, knowing that I had been awake too long to be able to fall back asleep anyway.

"I think you do though, because he loves you. He'll literally do anything you say." Zayn tried to explain to me, the sleep fading in his voice as he grew more impatient with me.

"He will not!" I said to him incredulously.

"Noelle, why do you act so clueless?" Zayn said after a long sigh. He was definitely irritated with me now.

"I'm not acting like anything. I couldn't have stopped Harry from punching you anymore than you could have." I said back.

"You're so fucking full of it." Zayn said back, his voice dropping in volume, indicating that he was done with this conversation.