Begin Again

Chapter 14

Time seemed go by slower. I was nervous about meeting Harry behind the hotel. Flipping the locket around in my hand, I looked over at the clock. 10:24pm.

The hotel room door opened and I heard Bella walk in. I just kept flipping the locket open and closed. Open and closed.

Bella startled me by saying, "What the hell was that?! You saw them the night we got here? You told Harry to go to hell? What the hell!"

"Yes, Bella. I'm the DJ that Louis was ranting about. I'm not sorry though."

Bella ran a hand through her hair, clearly upset or aggravated, probably both, "Why!? Why would you do that when we came all the way here to see them!"

I put the locket into my pocket and stood up, "Because Harry was the friend! Harry was my brothers' friend! I have the letter H carved into the back of my neck because of him. Did you never notice that every single time you'd blast their music I'd cringe if he sang? You don't understand what it's like to see him all over the media, seeing him being treated like some god. He's not perfect and sorry if I'm the only one who sees that."

Bella stopped. Under her breath she muttered "Bloody hell..."

She walked over and slowly moved my hair away from my neck. "Oh my god. Harry did that? And what are these bruises on your neck?!"

Covering it back up, I nodded. "my dad and brothers are here. They followed us here."

Bella's eyes widened "How?"

"I don't know. But when I ran out of the concert tonight I ran straight into my dad...," Running my fingers lightly over my bruises, I paused. "Since Harry ran after me, he saw him and I guess Harry kind of saved me. Harry also gave me this." I pulled the locket out and handed it to her, "There was a note with it. He wants me to meet him at midnight."

"Are you going?"

Running a hand through my hair, I answered, "I don't know. I'm thinking about it."

A knock on the door made both of us jump. We both looked at each other then at the door. Bella walked over and peeked through the peep hole. She turned towards me and whisper-yelled "It's Zayn Malik!"

I moved Bella away from the door and opened it. "What do you want, Zayn?"

"I wanted to check in on you after what happened tonight," his gaze landed on my neck. "What the hell happened to your neck?"

I shook my head, "Zayn, it's nothing. I'm fine."

"I didn't ask if you were fine, I asked what happened."

Glancing back towards Bella who was standing behind me shocked, I suggested, "Maybe you should come inside."