31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 27-never letting go(part 1)

CHAPTER 27: NEVER LETTING GO (PART 1)

*** Harry’s POV ***

“You were a bit harsh back there don’t you think Lou?” I said while picking up the empty bottles and throwing them in a bag, 

After Zayn left we thought it’d be appropriate for the party to end, too much had already happened and the mood inside of the apartment was too awkward to continue partying. Basically, there was just nothing to celebrate about anymore.

He sighed picking up the rubbish bag and held it out in front of me, “Oh c’mon, you know Zayn, he’s a fair bit stubborn sometimes and I knew a good scold would set him straight to let everything sink in.”

“Well,” I threw another bottle in, “You do know Zayn better than all of us..” 

He stepped forward and raised his eyebrows with pride, “Trust me, after tonight everything will be back to normal.”

“Hmm..you’re probably right.” I nodded,

He let out a laugh and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, his other hand shuffling through my curls, “Of course I’m right!”

I laughed and hugged him from the side, squeezing him with all my might. He easily broke from my weak hold and slapped me firmly on the ass.

“Hey!” Liam called out, “Get back to work you two!” 

I turned to Lou and mimicked Liam’s scolding sarcastically then picked up some more rubbish.

“I saw that!” Liam whined, 

I looked back at him with a cheeky smile and blew him a kiss.

*** Zayn’s POV ***

My heart was racing as I paced down the hall. I didn’t know where Holly was, but she couldn’t have gone too far. She didn’t like running away to far places, especially when she was upset. She was more of the type that liked to surround herself with familiar things because it made her feel a little less lonely, so I hoped it wasn’t going to take too long to find her. 

Every second that went by without her was killing me more than I could even handle. I just needed to see her, hold her, kiss her, tell her I love her. I needed her back. Why was I feeling like I had lost her? 

I frowned as I turned the doorknob to my apartment noticing it wasn’t locked, flinging the door wide open. I carefully looked around, half expecting a robber to jump out at me but all I could spot was a cushion on the floor. I picked it up and placed it back on the couch and made my way to my bedroom to get the keys to my car so I could start finding her.

My weary eyes immediately spotted her petite figure that my sheets ever so clearly outlined. Her soft long dark brown hair fell slightly over her face and as I watched her breathe in and out lightly from afar, my body began to feel weak. It was a frequent feeling that seemed to overtake my body so effortlessly. Only she could do that.

I tiptoed to the other side of the bed, revealing a closer view of the familiar beauty her face was blessed with. My eyes never left her once as I watched her sleep in a world that was probably better than the one she had left when she fell into this slumber. And the reason was because of me. I had taken away that happy aurora that glowed off her because of my foolish actions, oblivious to how much I was hurting her deep inside. I thought I was a good boyfriend. But how wrong was I.

Before, I had always told myself that whenever I’d get a girlfriend, I would treat her right and never let her know what it felt like to be hurt. But now that the time had come, I was doing the exact opposite, letting my past catch up to me and ruin what I had with me in the present.