Bad Kitty (Zarry)

Chapter 36

Harry(POV)

I left, not wanting to look at the emotion on Zayns face change from anger to sadness. I can't have him keeping me there like some caged in animal, yeah i know that i'm a fucking stupid Hybrid that can't have everything he wants but damn.

Doesn't mean i like pity all that much, he's only doing this because he feels bad and having Louis there to tell me what Zayn really is feeling and how everyone else feels around the place about me, it really does hurt. Keeping my bag pressed up against my chest, the hoodie that belonged to zayn was indeed soft and keeping me from freezing my tail off in this damn cold. 

The baggy sweats that he had bought me since half of his clothes hardly fit my taller figure. Why do i have to be such a freak? Why can't i have one thing go right in my life?

 I'm always screwing shit up and making more people hate me for something i don't mean to do, i'm just a living creature that wants the same thing as everyone else. 

Which is to feel loved and wanted around the world, you know what? It's not even about that, it's the fact that i wanted one person and one person only...To just love me and keep me from doing anything stupid. So here i am, been walking around for about six hours. 

I don't even know where the hell i am nor what city i had ended up walking in. People around here seem pretty fucking rude though, as if they are better than everyone else. 

As if, i'm not even going to bother picking fights right now since i'm not in the mood for proving stupid people wrong. Spotting a lonely bench, not too far from here. I rushed down the blank street, realizing that cars hardly drove on this road. 

''This will have to do until i figure out where i am and what i'm doing here.'' 

I should have just stayed at Zayn's place but somewhere that he wouldn't be able to find me at. Setting my bag down, the bad that contained food, water, an extra change of clothes and maybe i kind of stole zayn's ipod but not on purpose...Well okay yeah i did it because i wanted to have something to listen to since i'm out on the streets again.

 It feels weird being left out again, as if i lost the ability to take care of myself. Looking up at the tree that stood proudly above the rusted like bench, trees are the only thing i love climbing when it comes to be alone and wanting nothing more but to feel safe and relaxed.

 Placing the bag on my back, i started to climb up the tall thick tree that reminded me a lot about my home. 

How my backyard was covered with uncut trees, the bushes that were never trimmed and don't get me started on the itchy grass my dumb arse parents didn't bother cutting since they were too damn lazy to do anything on their own just because they had a lot of money to spend. 

Settling down on one of the heavy like branches, i should really stop thinking about the family that treated me like shit, it's giving me flashbacks of what they would say and do to me whenever i felt the need to do something for myself.

 I remember when i was just 14 years old and having to deal with people thinking that i was innocent just because i  had these wide cartoon like eyes along with these chubby cheeks and small figure that was easy for people to walk all over. 

Closing my eyes while leaning up against the tree as i sat in peace with my bag hanging off one of the branches that was covered in leaves, i can just think about the old times and how things use to be for me. 

Flash Back 14 year old Harry

''Mum please don't make me do this, i'll be good mummy, i'll do better with my chores and i'll get better with correcting my grammar!''