You Belong With Me (A Harry Styles/Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 10

It's been about five days since I had seen Harry with that girl. I still hung out with the boys, but not as often as before. Also, I was completely ignoring Harry. Oh and did I mention that Harry never introduced me or any of the boys to his mystery girl. He tried to sneak her out of the house the next morning and did a very bad job at it as I saw the both of them exiting.

Well it was Wednesday evening after 6, nearing 7 o' clock and the place was just getting dark. I was at the boys' house and we were watching some romantic comedy. All of us were there except Harry. He left earlier and hadn't come back yet. I didn't care though.

I got up from the comfy couch and told Zayn that I was going to the bathroom before I walked off. 

Zayn's P.O.V.

Right after Allison left for the bathroom, the front door barged open and in walked Harry, who was drunk. 

"Where's Allison?" he slurred, trying to keep his balance.

"Bathroom," I replied in a low voice and then turned my attention back to the movie.

Allison's P.O.V.

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, Harry grasped my wrist and pulled me with him, up into his room, where he shut the door.

"We need to talk," he told me roughly while staring into my eyes.

This was a different side of Harry, a side that I didn't like one bit.

I folded my arms and glared at him.

"I have nothing to say to you," I said coldly.

"Why the hell have you been ignoring me?" he sounded pissed.

"Why would you care? I'm not your girl," I shot back in the same tone as him.

"What were you doing in Louis' room that morning?" he changed the subject, but kept the attitude.

"None of your business what I was doing there."

"Tell me Allison! Tell me, am I not good enough for you?!" his voice rose.

"What?"

"First you go with Zayn and now Louis! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? I'm not the one who sleeps with every girl he meets!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't think I didn't see when you were trying to sneak out that girl you brought hom the other night?"

"You know about that?"

"Yes, Harry. I do!"

"Well that doesn't matter now, what matters is that you think that Zayn and now Louis are the perfect guys, when really, they don't deserve you, neither do you deserve them!"

"No, Harry. You're wrong!" I shouted in his face.

His large hand came in contact with my face and tears welled up in my eyes. He slapped me so hard that I swear my cheek was redder than a tomato.

"No, Allison. You are the one who's wrong!" he shouted back even louder.

He didn't even apologize for slapping me.

"Since I don't deserve anyone and no one deserves me, I'm leaving! And your wonderful life can go back to the way it was without me in it!"

"Fine! Leave! I don't need you in my life anyway!"

I didn't reply because I was already out the door. I ran down the stairs and outside, not listening to any of the boys' questions like "Where are you going?" or "What's wrong?"

I just ran and ran until I reached my apartment. Harry wanted me out of his life, well that's what he was gonna get. I got out about four bags and packed all my clothes in them. I took all my money with me too. I got out my cellphone and quit my job. Before I left though, there was one thing I wanted to do first.

Harry's P.O.V.

"Fine! Leave! I don't need you in my life anyway!" I screamed at her and she ran out the door.

Holy crap! What had I done? I told her that I didn't need her in my life which was a total lie. To make things worse, I hit her. Would she ever forgive me now?

Louis' P.O.V.

Allison ran out the door with her eyes filled with tears.

A few minutes later, Harry slowly walked down the stairs.

"What did you do?!" Zayn demanded, standing up.

"I-I-I I hit her," Harry mumbled with his eyes now starting to tear up.

Liam, Niall and I gasped but Zayn pushed Harry up against the wall.

"You did what?!" Zayn shouted and was about to punch him but Liam and I pulled him back.

Harry sunk to the floor and buried his head in his knees. Niall went over and talked to him while Liam and I kept Zayn under control.

About ten minutes later, Zayn calmed down and Harry got up and was sitting on the couch.

"We need to find her," Zayn stood up and said breaking the awkward silence.

Allison's P.O.V.

It was a short walk but my legs were feeling a bit weak. I finally arrived at the cemetery and walked through the graveyard until I found my parents' gravestones, which were right next to eachother. I knelt between the two and found myself starting to cry again.

"Mum, I really miss you. And you too dad," I said softly, touching the gravestones with my fingertips.

Suddenly, I heard someone approach me and my head turned so quick that I couldv'e broken my neck. It was some guy dressed in brown clothes and he had long, brown messy hair. His face had some scars on it and he looked really creepy. I instantly stood up and started backing away, but he kept coming closer. This continued until I was backed up against the fence. The evil smirk on his face gave me the feeling that he was going to do something to me.

"Hi there," his raspy voice echoed in my ear.

"Hi," I mumbled, unsure of what to do.

He then slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

"Don't worry babe, this would be over before you know it."

The man literally ripped my t-shirt off and threw my torn top onto the dirt.

"Please...don't hurt me," I cried.

No matter how much I pleaded though, he didn't listen. He was about to take off my bra and I closed my eyes. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes and saw Louis, Liam and Niall fighting the guy off. Harry was standing quite a distance a way staring at me with regret in his eyes. I didn't take him on. I ran to Zayn and wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his chest. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. We stayed like that for a while until Zayn asked if I was tired. I pulled my head away from his chest and nodded. Zayn picked me up bridal style and carried me all the way to my apartment. He opened the door and took me to my bed. After gently placing me down, he got up to leave.

"Zayn, wait," I called after him before he left.

He turned around.

"Please don't go."

He smiled and walked back to my bed.

"If you want me to stay, you must know that I sleep without my shirt on, do you mind?" he asked.

"No, I don't mind."

Zayn stood at the side of my bed and took his top off, then kicked off his shoes and got into bed with me. I moved closer to him and he pulled me to lay on his chest. 

"Thank you," I whispered in his ear before I drifted off to sleep in Zayn's arms.