Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 32: LET THIS BE YOUR ONE AND FINAL WARNING

L,

I fucked up.

Everything since the moment I said I would do the work for Gio, my boss, was a fuck up. I wanted to apologise to Harry. To tell him how sorry I was and how I wanted a second chance, but the moment had been snatched away from me. It all happened so fast too.

One moment, I was looking at Harry from a distance, the next I was being pulled by my hoodie and shoved into a dark place. My face was against the floor of the van, my hands tightly behind my back and a gag on my mouth. I counted four of them, with Gio in the passenger's seat. We were driving fast, that I was sure, and I was nauseous with the twists and turns.

How did I get here?

I closed my eyes, hiding in the corner of my mind and replaying my steps from the moment I walked out of Harry's room at the hospital.

If I was going to die, I wanted him to be the last thing on my mind.

How do I get here?

I remembered heading to the elevators, going down to the lower floor to leave everything behind. I was feeling dizzy, my breath was shallow and everything was spinning. I bumped into a nurse as I walked out of the elevator and apologised for my behaviour.

I was heading to the double doors when I saw commotion: Liam and Niall were arguing with some bloke, surrounded by police officers - something about both attacking him. Right, the misdirection I had created to get them out of the room while I spoke candidly to Harry. The noise made my heart race and panic. Liam and Niall's voices were booming, while the man pointed at them and cussed at them left and right. The police officers tried their best to keep them separate, but it proved difficult.

I saw Detective March enter the hospital and his eyes landed on me. I saw him and wanted to throw up. The voice of screams and commotion of the argument pierced my ears and I needed to leave.

I needed quiet.

I turned on my heels, headed to the closest bathroom and pushed the door open, ignoring whoever was calling me. I leaned on the sink looked down and assessed my feelings: My cheeks were burning as I fought the tears, there was a storm inside my chest, and I couldn't breathe properly.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

My lips quivered. Had Harry forgotten me so easily? All these years between us were tossed out the window without a second thought. Had I hurt him so deeply that I was nothing but a fading memory while he kissed someone else? I recalled his moans and noises when he first slept with Zayn - Yes, I had heard most of it. It was nothing as he did with me. Zayn gave him more and probably touched him in places I couldn't.

I found my eyes in the mirror, noticing how blue and red they were. I touched my face, noticing my hands were cold and sweaty. Where had I taken the wrong turn? Why was I

like this? I asked my mother for forgiveness; glad she wasn't here to see me go through this. I missed her dearly.

I stepped away from the sink walking aimlessly into the bathroom, with my hands on my waist.

Breath in.

Breathe out.

Zayn. Really? Harry was going to leave for that low-life addict. What did he have that I didn't? I was just as good and had given everything to Harry. Harry had been the first of many things: my first kiss, my first crush, my first time...so many firsts with him.

I couldn't lose him. How did I lose him? I wanted to turn back time. To stop our nonsense and pettiness, get on one knee in front of everyone and declare my undying love. It would've been nice. I wanted to marry him. Have children with him. Build a family - right here is this lost sleepy town in the countryside. I wanted that.