Good Gone Bad

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

"Yeah one minute," I say covering the phone. "Look Harry, we aren't meant to be. And I have to go. Goodbye" I hang up before he can say anything.

Zayn opens the door to the bathroom, "Sorry babe but I really have to piss."

I smack his shoulder playfully and walk out of the bathroom.

Was I really about to do this? Again? I mean, I feel pleasure... But it's just sex. We aren't making love. We've never been in love and we never will be. Don't get me wrong, Zayn is one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. But he's not the one for me. We are just friends, nothing more.

I get up and look through Zayn's drawers to find a piece of paper and pen. I quickly write a note before he gets out of the bathroom.

Grabbing my purse, I run down the stairs and out the door. I head to Harry's flat to see if we can maybe talk about it and work something out.

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-ZAYN'S POV-

I walk out of the bathroom in just my boxers. I've waited so long to get into her pants again. I stare in shock when she's nowhere to be seen. Just before I leave my room, I notice a note

Zayn,

I love you. But not the way I should. You and I both know we can never be together. I must admit, the sex was fun, but it can't happen again. I want to make love, I don't just want to fuck. I hope you understand. And I hope you forgive me. Hey! Perrie is single, why don't you go after her?

Love,

Gabs xx

After reading that-

"Where the fuck is Gabriella?" A loud voice booms from the entrance of my room. I look towards the door and see a man. He looks somewhat familiar, but I shove it off.

"She left. Who the hell are you?" I ask, trying to be intimidating.

But it doesn't work. The stranger only steps closer, "I'm your worst nightmare, Zayn Malik."

I throw my head back in laughter, "Chill bro. What do you want?"

Shouting loudly, I'm almost sure he woke Mum, he takes another step closer, "I want to know if you had sex with her."

I know this guy doesn't need to know my business, but he's kind of creeping me out, so I hand him the note.

I watch as he reads it, he laughs.

"You're a lucky son of a bitch. If you did anything with her, your head would be so far up your own ass you wouldn't be able to breathe" he spits out in disgust.

"Okay well you've got what you want. Can you leave now? I've got some calls to make" I basically beg him to leave

He theows the note at me and storms out of the house.

Who the hell was that and why did he look so familiar?

-GABRIELLA'S POV-

After knocking on his door as loud as possible, and calling him who knows how many times, I give up.

But then a memory come in mind:

We walk into his flat and I take note that he lives alone, "Where's your mum?"

He chuckled quietly, "Next door. She wanted me to get my own apartment, but she didn't want me to be too far from her."

I hesitate before knocking on the next door.

A beautiful woman who has very strong resemblance to Harry opens the door. "Oh hello! I hate to be rude, but do you minding me asking, who are you?"

I smile at the woman, "A friend of Harry's."

I watch as her eyes grow wide, "No. You need to leave now. He doesn't need any of his old friends here ruining his new life."

She starts pushing me out the door and I stop, "I am not one of his old friends. I am one of his new friends. The name's Gabby, nice to meet you."

She just stares at me, eyes wide.

"Yes, Harry told me everything. I promise no harm. I am actually quite fond of your son," I give her a warming smile and she returns it before leading me into her beautiful flat.

"Oh I am Anne by the way," I nod and she continues, "He..he told you about himself? He blew his cover after only two days? I cannot believe him."

I bring my hand to hers, stopping her shaking, "Anne, I kind of pushed him to tell me. He was being so strange, randomly talking in his 'Harry voice' instead of his Marcel one. I just kept questioning him until he finally spilled. And I had to tell him something to. Which I hope you don't hate me for Anne. But I only asked him out because of a dare. I know that sounds so wrong, but when he took me to that carnival, I fell completely and utterly head over heels for the boy. Whether he was Marcel or Harry, I knew I liked him. We got stuck on top of the zipper, and he kissed me. That was when I knew something was not ride. I mean, a nerd can't kiss that well. But when I told him it was a dare, he flipped. Told me to get out of his flat. I thought he hated me. Until today, when he asked me for forgiveness. But me, being the stubborn girl that I am...I said no. Still remembering how mad he was at me the night before. I came here, hoping to speak with him, but I found that he wasn't in his apartment. I was hoping you could tell me where he could have went." I notice tears falling down my cheeks, damn me for being so emotional, "Oh god Anne. I don't even know you and I just told you more than I even told my best friends. I am sorry. I will leave."

She shakes her head, "No. Don't leave. I love that you can put your trust in me. And I know you're not lying because darling, there is love in your eyes. You may not know it yet, but you love my bastard, dumb ass, quirky son. And with everything you just told me, and your absolutely breath taking looks, I don't doubt he loves you too."

I've never had anyone be so kind to me. Although we just met, she feels like more of a mother to me than my own. "Thank you Anne."

"Now I have an idea for you. Wherever he went, he is bound to come back here by the end of the night. So darling, you can just stay here with me and we can listen to sad songs and eat ice cream. How about it? If it's okay with your mother."

I nod, "I would love too. And my mother wouldn't care," she never cares, "But I don't have anything to bed or to school in the morning."

She smirks, that famous smirk I recognize from Harry. She must be where he got it. Grabbing my hand, she runs into the other room. We step into her closet and my eyes wander. She has more clothes than I've had in my entire life. And she actually has style, like our style. 

Handing me a night gown, she speaks, "You can wear this to bed. And pick out anything you want to wear tomorrow. Anything."

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