Mission abroad

Chapter 13

i sat in the lecture, struggling to keep my eyes open. ive been screening everyones calls this weekend. the media had my face plastered over the magazines, both good and bad. they talked about my actions with the paparazzi and my joy ride with harry on the same night. every rumour came through and it wasnt helping that zayn had kicked me out. the lecture finished and i walked out of the building to go home. i looked down at my phone and noticed harry had been calling. i called him back

"heyy Harry"

"hi Madeline, how are you?"

"im okay, did you need something?"

"i was wondering if i could come over tonight, i havent seen you since friday.."

"oh um.. okay sure ill pick up some take out and a movie?"

"okay ill be over at 6" i hung up the phone and walked home. i stopped at the dvd shop and picked up paraormal activity. i felt like watching it for a while now but i never really had the time. i left the shop and walked home, it was 5 so i had time to change into something comfortable and pop some popcorn. i put the movie on and left it on the main screen when a knock at the door startled me. i opened it and found harry their, his curly hair was longer and he wore a pair of skinny jeans and a band t-shirt.

"i brought some chocolate" he grinned, pulling me into a hug. i lead him to the couch and started the movie. i opened the chocolate and brought the popcorn to my lap. We watched in silence, Harry jumped at a few parts and the popcorn flew at one part. it was 12 when we finally got through all 3 movies and it was safe to say we werent going to sleep well tonight.

"im hungry werent you going to get chinese?" harry complained

"i forgot, ill look through the kitchen" i rummaged through the pantry with no food in sight. harry sat on the kitchen island looking through his phone.

"have you talked to Zayn lately?" he asked it casually and i felt my tummy flip

"no, not since friday" i continued to rummage through the kitchen, not meeting his eyes

"well dont expect to any time soon." i swung around and looked at the phone, their was a picture of Zayn and bridget together, his arm around her and the headline "guess whos back". harry scrolled down and found pictures of Zayn and i, Zayn Harry and i and Harry out front of my apartment. i rolled my eyes and turned the phone off.

"he can do what he likes" i walked out of the room and harry followed

"whats the matter with you? dont you care that his with her?" i was shocked, why was he yelling at me?

"ofcoarse i care but im leaving in a few months and he should move on with his life" i reasoned aloud, but i was convincing myself.

"no he shouldnt be with her, its not right, you can see it." we were inches away from each other now

"why are you defending him?" i wasn't mad, but i kept my face stern

"because id rather you be happy" i looked at harry differently, not the way a friend looks at another, but the way you look at someone you could one day love. harry was the sweetest person id ever met, and he put my needs before his own. i tilted my head up, moving closer to his lips. Harry's hands touched my waist lightly, holding me in place. i ran my fingers through his curls, keeping his gaze, his lips pulled down onto mine and we kissed. i forgot about Zayn and Bridget and focused on Harry. sweet, beautiful Harry. i let my inhibitions go and leaped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, he held me their, and we kissed deeply for a while, before harry grew out of breath, he pulled away, not putting me down.

"why?" he huffed out breathlessly

"because you want me to be happy" we smiled and our lips met again

Zayns P.O.V

"Zayn, come back to bed!" bridget called from the bedroom. i sat on the balcony edge the way Madeline had so many times before. i held a cigerette in my hand, i didnt enjoy it as much now that madeline wasnt here, i wasnt addicted to the nicotine, i was addicted to her. i looked down at the paparazzi and noticed a few of them wrapped up in blankets, the ones Madeline gave them. i wasnt going to apologize to her, she can have harry if thats what she wants, and i guess one day i could love briget? maybe? i looked over to the window. from the angle i was at i could see bridget in bed, i couldnt love her. their was nothing wrong with her, and in a lot of ways we were right for each other, but Madeline was better than me, and that made me chase her more.

i got up and moved to the kitchen, i made a drink and knocked it back, i tried to get rid of the voice in my head telling me to run to her apartment. i knocked back another and stumbled back into the bedroom to do anything but sleep.