I was walking around the street and ended up in the book store that I loved. I got a book and went to go sit down. I had my favorite chair and luckily no one was sitting on it today. It was a dark red chair that was very comfy and made me forget all my problems.
I decided to read one of Nicholas Sparks' books since I always loved his writing. I didn't have any classes today which was nice but also bad since I had a lot of free time. Usually I would want to be spending it with Harry but not today. I didn't want to see his face or hear his voice without knowing what I would be doing to him soon. I wanted to avoid it as much as possible but I knew at some point that I would have to face it.
"Brooke?" I heard a man say my name.
I turned around and see Zayn staring at me with confusion.
"Zayn, what are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I like to come here and draw. The coffee is good and they have some good books." He said while sitting down in the blue chair next to me.
"Yeah the coffee is good." I said.
Me and Zayn don't really talk a lot but he always seemed very kind. There was something very nice and calming about him. Even though I barley talked to him I felt like I could tell him anything and he would not judge. I wanted to confide in him and explain all my problems but at the same time I was worried.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" He asked.
I looked up from the book I was reading and saw him looking slightly nervous. I realized that there was no paparazzi which was surprising since Zayn was there and that must be another reason why he loved this book store so much.
"Sure." I said. I was confused as to what he would want to know since he never really asked me anything.
"Are you..." He began to say but then shook his head and looked away.
"Am I what?" I asked now with getting nervous as to why it was so hard to ask.
"Look Harry is one of my best friends and I wanted to know if you were avoiding him. He could tell something was up with you last night and this morning, he talked to us about it. He probably would kill me if he knew that I was telling you this but...are you?" He asked.
I was slightly shocked at his question and didn't know if I should answer it. I knew I could trust him but I was too nervous to tell him what was going on.
"Um..." I started to deny it but then I looked into Zayn's eyes and knew it was ok with telling him the truth.
"Yes." I said.
He nodded his head slightly and said "I figured. Can I ask you another question?"
"Go ahead." I said.
"Why are you avoiding Harry?"
This question was going to be harder to answer. I didn't want to admit why but knew that I had to.
"Because."
"Ok." Zayn said while turning his head away and going back to drawing.
I was surprised that he didn't continue to ask me but I was also glad. I went back to reading my book and then realized Zayn was getting up.
"I have to go. If you ever want to talk I'll be here but know that Harry loves you. He really does, even if it has only been a few months. The lads and I have never seen him so happy." He said while putting on his jacket.
"Thanks." I said while trying to fight back the tears that were begging to spill from my eyes.
I tried to go back to reading my book but I kept thinking of Harry and how the lads "have never seen him so happy." I hated myself for what I was going to do. Especially with his birthday coming up and the trip that he was going to take me on but I knew I had to.
I knew it was time to tell him so I decided to get up and go see him. I put the book back and then headed out to his flat. The walk there was not too long but the whole time I was shaking with nerves from what I was about to do.
When I got to his flat I saw his car parked in the lot so I knew he was home. I went to the door and knocked on it. The wait for him to answer felt like eternity but finally he opened the door.
"Hey love!" He said with a smile and then gave me a kiss. I turned my head away and he ended up kissing my cheek. He looked confused and hurt. I felt bad but feeling his lips against mine would only make this worse.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
"Sure." He said with a frown and then we went to go sit down in his living room.
My hands were shaking and tears were forming in my eyes. I didn't want to do this but knew that I had to.
"H-H-Harry." My voice shakes with the nerves. I felt my heart breaking already with the words I was about to tell him.
"Harry I want to break up." I said.
He looked a little shocked and takes a big gulp.
"Um...ok."
"I'm sorry. I just...I think we need to break up. I think it's what's best."
"Why?" He asked.
I saw tears forming in his eyes which made me feel even worse.
"I just...you are going away on tour and..." I say but then trail off.
"Is it the hate?"
I was silent because that was a major reason to it as well.
"That and Harry I'm not myself. I'm sorry." I said.
"No...don't be sorry. It's my fault." He said while looking down.
"Harry no it's not!"
"Yes. I'm sorry you ever got the hate in the first place, I should have done more for you." He said.
"Harry it's fine. You did everything you could. You got that girl to stop sending me hate mail and you would always be there."
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Don't be."
I felt the tears falling from my eyes and I wiped them away.
"So I guess this is it?" He asked.
"Mhm."
I get up and give him one last kiss. I told myself to remember what it felt like to kiss him, to feel his arms around me.
"Goodbye Harry." I said and then walked out of his flat while the tears of missing him were falling down my face.
