Chapter 6

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~Harry's POV~

There, standing in the doorway, was Zayn. His usual well-kept quiff was replaced by pieces hair jutting out in random directions. His clothes were worn and had multiple stains. His face expression is what really got me, though. He had the biggest scowl on his face (which needed to be shave may I add) and his hands were curled into fist. Despite how angry this showcased him to be, his eyes told a different story. They were filled with what looked to be betrayal, hurt, and heartbreak.

I had sympathy for him in that moment, but the feeling quickly passed as my mind flooded with the reminders that he was most of the reason I'm in the hospital.

"What the hell do you want Zayn," Louis spat, not moving his position from below me. (A/N Louis tops but you know whatever.)

"Fucking slut!" Zayn yelled, storming over to the occupied bed. Before I could realize what was happening, he had shoved me off of Louis and I was now on the floor.

Zayn shoved his face in Louis's so that their foreheads rested together. Their lips were only inches apart. You could cut the tension with a knife, n doubt.

"Fucking. Slut." Zayn simply said, spitting in Louis's face, causing him to flinch.

I was too weak to even get up, so I was forced to watch helplessly as my boyfriend was attacked by this monster. Louis struggled to get out from under Zayn, but his struggle only resulted in being straddled.

Noticing there was no other way to escape Zayn than to negotiate with him, Louis began to speak.

"Zayn," he started off soft, but grew noticeably sterner throughtout, "I told you. We were never together. I don't want to be with you. Harry is back. He's mine. I'm his. Accept that and move on."

"So it's pretty clear how you feel about me, Tomlinson." His voice was getting weaker, and you could tell he was holding back the tears. "But have you ever throught about how I may feel about you? About us? Maybe I had feelings for you. Fuck, I still do! I love you, you ignorant cunt!"

Suddenly his body gave out and he collasped onto Louis. The sound of muffled tears, no- sobs, was obvious. His body was shaking and he showed no signs of stopping. Louis looked to me for help, but all I could do was shrug. I didn't know what the hell to do...

Suddenly Liam came bursting through the room, Niall was close behind with a bag of fries in his hands. God that boy never stops, does he?

Liam's face instantly froze as he took in the scene.

"W-We heard yelling and we hurried to see what was wrong. What happened?" he said, sauntering over to a broken Zayn.

I was oblivious on what to say, and Zayn couldn't even talk. So that left Louis. He stared down at the boy in his arms, to me, to Zayn again, and to Liam.

"He loves me," he whispered.

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