He's Coming//H.S and Z.M

Not Crazy

☠EDITED☠

Hello! I'm SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated in two weeks! But you guys would've understood if you read my message on my profile. The first week I was super busy, last week of school. Then last week I went to Girls Camp (never again). Again, I'm so sorry!

Again, who would watch me on YouNow if I broadcasted?

Chapter 45:

Catherine's POV:

I sit on my couch, looking out the small window displaying the outside world while Harry's arms are loosely placed around my waist.

I look up and see his eyes closed. Slowly, I unwrap his arms from around me and kiss his cheek as I get up.

My feet slowly make their way towards the kitchen where my phone rests on the table. I scroll through my contacts, looking for Domino's Pizza.

Tears come to my eyes as I see one in particular, Eleanor Tomlinson <3 (:

I quickly scroll up and click on Domino's. As they ask for my order, I walk into the living room to see what Harry wants.

My phone drops as I see a dark shadow leaning over a bloody Harry. A scream erupts from my lips as the shadow looks up, and Zayn smiles sinisterly towards me.

I try to move my feet, but they just won't budge.

"What did you do?" I scream, tears pooling out of my eyes.

"Princess, you made me do this." He shrugs.

My knees collapse from under me, and they hit the wood floor. I start screaming and sobbing as I feel two strong arms lift me off of the ground.

"Catherine!" A voice yells. I just scream and try to get out of their hold.

They suddenly drop me to the ground, and straddle me, but I start throwing my hands around frantically.

"Catherine!" They yell again, more loudly than before.

One arm grabs both of my wrists and holds them above my head. Flashes of Harry's dead body on the couch flash before me.

"Catherine, open your damn eyes."

I open my eyes, and they widen as I see Harry on top of me. He let's go of my wrists as he see's I'm calm again.

"Catherine, what the fuck happened?" He asks, worriedly.

"I-I went to the kitchen to grab my phone to order pizza...a-and I came back to ask what you wanted. But I saw Z-Zayn above your bloody body with a k-knife!" I explain as I go into hysterics.

He shakes his head, "I'm right here, darling. I woke up to you screaming and sobbing, and I didn't know what to do!"

"I'm sorry I scared you." I apologize.

He shakes off my apology, "It's fine. Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

"Wait, Harry?"

"Yes?" He turns back to me.

"Am I going crazy?" I whisper.

"No, Catherine. That was Zayn's doing. He put that image in your mind."

I sigh in relief at the fact I'm still sane, it was just Zayn.

"I hate him so fucking much." I say out loud.

Harry shares a small smile, "Tons of people do. But he's just scared, Catherine. He won't admit it, but it's true."

"Don't defend him. What he's doing is disgusting!"