Rock Me

Chapter Twenty-Five

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Chapter Twenty-Five-Orla's POV

I spent the remainder of the lesson in the medical room, crying uncontrollably and hating my own guts for doing what I did and saying what I said. It was evident even to the most clueless beings that I had definitely upset Zayn and the things he said to me were in fact true.  

Harry comforted me after Zayn stormed out, he told me he understood and he'd always be there for me when he needed me even if we're thousands of miles apart; he'd still be my friend. I just wish Zayn had the same attitude, to understand I had no power over my parents when it came to decisions.

I was out of the nurses office by second period, and Harry walked me back to the classroom to collect our things and proceed to our next lesson. What it was didn't bother me, I just wanted to go home and sleep away the crappy feelings churning within me, messing with my thoughts as if they were its own personal toy.

"Hey, are you sure you can carry on with the day, love?" Harry asked at my side as we wandered away from the geography classroom.

"Yeah." I replied briefly avoiding his wandering eyes as they continued to catch my gaze for an honest answer. "I don't want to go home because this is my last week, I don't want to waste my time with you guys." I added referring to the rest of our companions.

"You still need to tell them, Orla." Harry reminded me as I let out a heavy sigh. As much as I hated to hear those words he was right. I did need to tell them, otherwise ill be gone with no visible traces of my whereabouts and they'd either freak out or try find me.  

But knowing them the way I do I feel as if they'd be so mad at me for keeping it to myself they'd allow me to walk off the edge of a cliff.

I needed to tell them.

"I know." I eventually answered popping an extra strong mint into my mouth to cover the slight aroma of vomit. Not a nice taste or smell for that matter. "Do you think they'll be mad?" I questioned chewing my bottom lip as I stared at Harry curiously, hoping his answer was at least true and reliable so I could ready myself for the worst case scenario. 

Harry furrowed his brows for a moment, walking with his hands deep in his pockets as he thought through possibilities.

"I think they'd be a little pissed but it won't last long." He replied nudging me reassuringly. I nodded in response watching my feet move in time with Harry's, unable to drag my eyes from the abnormal hypnotizing pattern of walking feet keeping my thoughts unconsciously weaving in and out of my brain cells. Eleanor will be pissed. I know she will. She'll be pissed I didn't tell her despite the fact she knows I trust her with my life even though we've only known each other less than three months. I know she'll take it the hardest, harder than Louis, harder than Niall...just not as bad as Zayn.  

Zayn..what am I going to do about him? Do I find him and apologize until my heart's content? Do I leave him, leave London and not say a word as I planned to do before?  

I had to make many decisions before my remaining time in London was up. I needed to process the changes that will occur before I yet again move to another part of the country.

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"Why didn't you just tell us?" Eleanor questioned crossing her brows with a frown of disappointment. It was lunch and I had just broken the news to Eleanor, Louis, Niall and unexpectedly Liam whom Harry had called over.

"I-I didn't know how." I muttered shrugging and staring at a coca-cola stain on the table, feeling too guilty to look up and face the faces of mixed emotions.