Chapter 28
Harry or Zayn
Zayn or Harry
Harry.
No, Zayn!
NO, Choose Harry!
ZAYN.
HARRY.
NO. CHOOSE ZAYN.
Why? Harry deserves her more.
No, Zayn deserves her more. He loved her from the start.
Harry also loved her from the start, stupid. He loved her since they were kids. Do you even know the story?
Yes. And as far as I analyzed zayn REALLY deserved her more
Harry deserves her more.
Harry broke her heart!
HE DIDN’T MEAN TO. She got it wrong. Harry didn't forget about her.
So you’re telling me, and this girl, that ‘The one who loved someone first is the deserving one’ ?
Just think of it, Zayn has always been sweet to Zara. He always cared for her, make her smile, make her happy..
Harry did, does, and will to.
Oh he did? Oh he does? Oh he will? That's great news!
whatever, Harry deserves her more.
ZAYN!
HARRY!
Then I screamed. Very loud. Things didn’t get any better since two voices kept shouting at each other inside my head. Plus, Zayn kept knocking on the door.
“Zara!” He said, worried. “Are you okay?”
“Can you just leave me alone and think?!” I shouted. Good thing his parents took his sisters out somewhere so we can have a ‘time alone’.
I bet you’re thinking, Zayn knew what happened? Well, he was eavesdropping and heard my conversation with Harry. How wonderful. But at least I won’t have to explain the whole thing.
And as I said, there’s a debate between the ‘Harry deserves me more’ side and the ‘Zayn deserves me more’ side.
Zayn. When I stare into his hazel eyes, a smile will automatically appear on my face and my heart skips a beat. He never failed to make me smile. He never failed to make me laugh at his jokes, even though they are lame and aren’t funny at all. We could talk all day about random stuff. I’m never bored when I’m with him. Except when he’s doing a twitcam.
Harry. The boy I’ve known since we were kids. The one who played with me, did crazy things with me, defended and comforted me when some priss at school threw hurtful words at me, and never left me alone. He is the closest best friend I’ve ever had. He didn’t care when the big guys at school called him gay because he was friends with me instead of people of the same gender. I was always there to defend him too. I can never imagine Harry with those bad guys.
He knew I needed him, he needed me, we needed each other. When he was my bestfriend, I actually never asked for more friends at that time. As long as I have him. As long as we’re together. And as long as we are true to each other.
And I realized one special thing Harry has. I know, that he’ll never give up on me. And I’m sure of that. Why? Because I trust him.
He’s special.
