I Don't Need You (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9 ~ An old friend

Chapter 9 ~ Kali

I can't believe everything that happened today. I wipe my eyes; I stopped crying an hour ago but they still hurt. Maybe that car should've hit me. Stupid Harry had to save me....why? Then, he turns in to his dick self? The look on his face when I opened my eyes, though. Relief, relief washed over him and a soft smile spread across his lips. Then all of a sudden he changes and is a jerk. Was it because he remembered he was at school?

And fucking Zayn! Of course, out of no where, shows up to help me when I don't need it. But what I don't get in how he looked so worried. How can he worry about me? My own parents never worried about me. All I do is push him away, so much, but he keeps coming back.

A part of me comes, I guess you could say, alive every time he shows affection towards me, while another part tells me he doesn't care. That he doesn't care because he doesn't know me and will never want to. A part of me doesn't want him to show anything for me because I know what it can bring.

I sigh and look at my phone, it's noon. I stare at my background, it's a picture of Anna, Louis and I in the park, when it starts ringing. I stare at the caller i.d in disbelief. I slowly sit up in my bed and slide the answer button, "H-Harry?"

"Kali...have you been crying?", he voices concern and this actually makes me mad.

"Why are you calling? Why do you even care?", I snap.

I hear him sigh, "I've always cared" I let out a puff of air, sounding like 'humph'. "Can I just see you in person?", he asks.

My heart pounds in my chest, no not for the reason you think, trust me, "W-where?"

"My flat. See you soon", and with that he hangs up. He doesn't even wait for a response he just assumes I'll be over.

I put my phone down, staring at the wall. Why does he want to see me? I thought he was done with me.

I shake my head as I get off my bed. I slip my shoes on and grab my keys, checking my makeup in a near-by mirror. I leave a note for Anna and Louis on the island, telling them I went out to "see and old friend".

I hop in my car and drive down a familiar street. After about 15 minutes I park and walk up to his door. I take a deep breath and knock. "Come in", his voice calls.

I open the door and shut it carefully. i just stand by the door, looking around for Harry, "Hello?"

Harry walks in from his kitchen and chuckles, "You act like a stranger to this place!"

"Well it's not everyday you decide to see, or for that matter, talk to me", I build up my walls. He broke too many while he was around.

"Kali, please top acting like a prude and just have a seat", he walks over to me and take my hand.

"A PRUDE?!", I'm taken back and for some reason let him lead me to the couch. I'm using everything in me not to breakdown. Not necessarily crying but freaking out and yelling. "Why are you doing this?"

"You need a friend Kali."

"No, I don't need anymore friends", I say with no emotion.

"See! Right there! That's not the Kali I know!", he points at me.

I push his finger a side and yell at him, "You dont know me! I changed! YOU changed, Harry!"

"I thought we were friends", he says softly.

"We were", I look at him to meet his eyes. "But things happened and we pushed each other away", I speak with sincerity and saddness. Harry and I were best friends, but not anymore.