Revenge - English Version

Chapter 10 - Dark Confessions

CARE POV

I almost fall asleep in his arms, the exhaustion from crying and the gentle strokes in my hair creating a kind of numbness. It's always like this; after an emotional breakdown, I feel as if my body weighs a ton, and I completely lose all energy.

- What happened, Care? - Harry whispers, still stroking my hair.

My only response is to shrug my shoulders and snuggle further into his chest.

- Care... the state you were in... We were all really worried. I've seen plenty of bizarre things in my life, but the way I saw you really scared me. - He places a kiss on my forehead. - You know you can talk to me.

- Forget it, Harry. - My voice almost sounds like a plea, but he sighs and gently pulls me away from his chest, forcing me to look at him.

- Care, I can't forget. You didn't end up like this because someone said City beat Liverpool. - A small smile creeps onto my lips. - You know, I'm friends with Zayn, that's true, but I'm your friend too. Talk to me, please.

I look at him with a slight smile and touch his cheek. He's here, holding me in the middle of the park, both of us covered in mud, putting up with me during an emotional crisis. That's one of the greatest proofs of friendship anyone's ever shown me.

- It seems you went from future friend to present friend without letting me know. - I try to joke, but he doesn't smile. His eyes, as green as all the vegetation around us, shine with a terrifying intensity.

His hand moves up to my face, lightly stroking it, another invitation for me to say everything that's been tormenting me. I take a deep breath and decide it's okay if he knows.

- You know Kate called me, right? - I murmur, as I remove my foggy glasses and wipe them on my jumper. He nods.

- I know. - When I try to put the glasses back on, he gently takes them from my hands and places them on the grass beside us.

I stare at him, incredulous.
- What are you doing?

- I want to look straight into your eyes. Now, go on.

- As soon as she said the first word, I knew something was wrong, so I asked her what had happened. She said...- My voice falters, no Caroline... you're not going to start crying again. Even though the pain feels like lava burning in your chest, you're going to speak, and you're going to stay calm. - She said she saw him kissing Alexa outside her house.

- Care. - I look away the moment I see pity reflected on his face. - You know what his intentions are, you know what we're here for.

- He's taking it too far. One thing is trying to win her over, but another thing is going to her house to... to... - I can't finish the sentence.

- And is that why you're like this, just because he's taking it too far? - He wipes away some of the silent tears streaming down my face.

I take in the situation I'm in. I'm in the middle of the park, dirty and soaked, clinging to the best friend of the boy I love. I feel completely shattered because of that boy. It's humiliating. What am I going to say? That I like Zayn? That I've loved him since the first time I saw him.

We were six years old and classmates in primary school. At the time, I was a lively, cheerful girl, while Zayn was quiet and withdrawn, so we didn't exactly fit together.

But one day, some girls decided to pick on me, pushing me to the ground and stealing the ribbon from my hair.

I remember crying the whole day. The ribbon was one of the few memories I had of my mum, and I loved it. It meant so much to me.