Pick The One... (COMPLETED)

Chapter 16 - My Dirty Secret

Chapter 16 – My Dirty Secret

Harry’s P.O.V.

I watched Rosie stomping out of the room, leaving me behind. To be honest, I think I was used to seeing her always turning my back, one way or another, and jumping in some other guy’s arms. No matter how hard I tried, for her I would never be more that Harry, the annoying lad who keeps hitting on her without success. In fact, I was a bit frustrated and surprised that my natural didn’t melt her; on the contrary, she didn’t even notice my attempts…

I didn’t know why I had even tried in the first place. Although she responded my flirty comments sometimes, she was only kidding. After all, I was just an average guy, and why would a girl like her be with a guy like me when she can have the entire male population at her feet in a second? I bet she went right into Niall’s arms; even though he “hated” her, I knew he was totally whipped, and maybe the boys had the same theory. It hurt to see her with anybody else, but with Niall was even more personal as we had apparently taken the fight to another level.

Or maybe she had gone into Zayn’s tight grip and they would cuddle till tomorrow. Whether I like it or not, they were very close lately and practically never left the other’s side. It’s weird because every time they could, they would be inseparable. At first, I saw it as best friend love, but it’s getting stronger and stronger, which made me imagine other theories…

What if they were really together? The thought made me shiver shift uncomfortably in my seat, but it might be real; like I said, they were always in each other’s company, having all the meals alone in a corner, cuddling in the car or laughing at the stupidest thing. Many times I had heard they had spent the night together which made me wonder how long this has been going on and how far were they in this secret relationship. Or maybe it wasn’t secret for the others… what if they were completely aware of what’s happening, it was just me that I was far too busy acting like a lost puppy around Rosie and imagine different thing about us being together that I hadn’t even noticed the truth…

That was it! They must have been in a relationship; it’s the only reason they are so close. I was both happy and sad in the same time. Happy because I finally realized such an important thing, but sad because that was stopping me from being with Rosie. But I knew what I had to do: split them up. I did basically the same thing with my all-time best friend, so why would stop me from doing the same with them? It shouldn’t be very hard, especially when I know so many things about Zayn.

Now that I was thinking better, I could totally understand Niall’s behavior towards Rosie; she was revolted because of her nonchalant flirt replies with everyone, from fans to interviewers, when she was clearly going out with our best friend. He was right when he said she was playing with us and with our feelings because all this seems only a little game for her. She was messing with 3 men’s heart and had no problem with it!

Everything was crystal clear to me and I knew what I had to do to revenge my heart, and maybe Niall’s and Zayn’s; I just needed revenge…

God, I sounded just like Niall, I told myself, realizing what my words really meant. When did I become so cruel and emotionless? After all, I loved Rosie, and now I wanted to hurt her for my sake?! I shook my head and tried to pull the theory out of my mind as soon as possible. I started to walk around Zayn’s dark room, focusing on anything that would help me end this unexpected romance. I could hook them with someone else or just tell the press about them and let the journalists and the fans do the rest. Anyways, none of these ideas was good enough for my intention. I just needed something that was true, a mistake of one of them that would break both the other and the relation…

Suddenly, a small, but bright source of light appeared, semi-blinding me. I narrowed my eyes, trying to locate what it was. Finally, I identified the object as Zayn’s phone, forgot on his night stand. I took it, trying to see what was going, even though I was surely doing something very wrong… the device signaled a message. I tried to decide whether I should read more or stop, but knowing I’d done much more damage before, I looked at the text. It was from a girl named “Perrie” and it said “Counting down the days until our date… 21 left J”.

I shuddered. I stared at the screen for what seemed like ages and then it clicked; Zayn was cheating, I was going to make the best of it…