Bullied by One Direction - Zayn Malik Fanfic

Chapter16-As still as a statue

*Some people may disagree with this chapter and if you do, then I'm sorry.*

EMILY'S P.O.V:

Harry moved his lips to my neck sucking gently as a cause of it, "H-Harry, we can't" I stuttered,

"We can," He whispered,

"No, you're my brother, we can't." I said pushing him off of me

"I'm your brother IN LAW, we're not blood related,"

"Look Haz, It's just not right, okay"

He pushed my back against the edge of the couch and moved his lips to my neck, "It seems pretty right to me." He hushed, breathing heavily on my neck.

His lips synced with mine while his hands traced my back, "Harry, nobody would approve of us kissing"

"I don't mind." He smirked,

"But-" I began

"Just kiss me." He laughed, gently shifting his lips back to mine.

ZAYN'S P.O.V:

"Where's Emily?" I asked,

'I dunno' was the only response I had been getting lately.

After I left Emily in the bathroom with Luke, I had regretted it.

I broke her heart, and if I could do anything to turn back time, oh boy I would.

She is perfect, in every way possible.

And I broke her.

When the words sliped out of Tiffany's mouth, you could almost see a broken heart in the centre of her eyes. She was genuinely hurt. But who wouldnt be? What I did was unforgettable. Unconsiderate and most importantly. God Damn Regrettable.

"Luke!" I shouted, "Luke, have you seen Emily?!" I panicked,

"Uh yeah, she went home" He said,

"Thank you so much" I cried, rushing out of the school

I heard his voice scream out multiple times in the distance "Leave her alone Zayn!"

But I'm deffinitly not going to listen.

Like hell I would! Em needs to know that what I did was out of sadness.

I was upset. And I know I could have dealt with that in other types of ways.

But I didn't.

I jumped in my car and sped off to Anne's house, tears running from my eyes, and  disintegrating in the wind.

*****

I jumped out of the car and barged into Anne's house, "Emily, hear me out" I began. Taking in the sight in front of me.

Emily was making out with the one and only Harry Styles.

I tried to speak but no words seemed to appear.

Jealousy and anger boiled up inside of me, but the only emotion overtaking those feelings, was love.

I loved Emily more than I'd ever loved any one or anything else.

She was the only girl that I could see myself with, in the future, but seeing as she seems happy making out with Harry Styles, then her and him can be happy. to-fucking-gether.

"Oh shit, did I accidently make out with your crush again?" Harry smirked

Emily's eyes darted from Harry to me.

"We were cute while it lasted Em but people always seem to chuck shit inbetween us. It's not your  fault though. It's mine. Mine for never being good enough, for not fulfilling your needs, for not saying 'i love you' enough. I could never be a Harry Styles. Im just a me. Im just a guy that most girls seem to throw in the friend zone. And I shouldnt be feeling sorry for myself right now, since I should have figured that you would've done the exact same. That you'd suddenly realise that I'm not worthy, that, while I'm waking up afraid of losing you, you'd wake up afraid of continuing our relationship." I whispered, each word bringing me closer and closer to tears.