Stuck in the Middle

Torment and Teasing

Chapter Nineteen

"What the hell are you doing?" Harry yelled at Zayn before looking at me with confusion and hurt in his eyes. I couldn't say anything, I hadn't felt so guilty before in my life and I couldn't even move when Harry landed the first punch. It hit Zayn right across his cheek, like a slap from an angry ex girlfriend, except that it wasn't a slap, it was a hard fist that seemed to knock the life out of him and it came from one of his best friends.

Zayn didn't fight back, I knew he felt as bad as I did and he had no right to hit Harry, we had both accidentally caused Harry enough emotional pain to last him a long time.

I couldn't stop the tears as they ran furiously down my cheeks and I wanted Harry to hit me too, I deserved it just as much as Zayn, but Harry would never hit me. He kicked Zayn in the gut before looking at me with disgust, anger and hurt and leaving. I didn't know where he was going but I could bet money that he wouldn't want to see me or Zayn for a while.

Zayn just looked up at me from the floor where he was sprawled out and in pain, there were tears streaming down his face and he was still looking at me. It was as if he was saying, I'll do it, I'll take any punch, for you. I crouched down and put my head on his chest, sobbing into his shirt, my arms wrapped around the weak figure sprawled out on the floor in the tough looking leather jacket.

I had thought he was a tough guy for so long and I never really took into consideration how much I must have played with his feelings. I had hurt him multiple times, jeopardised his relationship with his best friend and now possibly ruined it and he still didn't seem phased. I lifted my head from his chest and inspected his delicate face, which would almost definitely bruise. I ran my hand softly across the place where Harry had hit him and Zayn shuddered in response. He reached a hand up to cup my face and slowly he pulled it down, he didn't need to though, I felt I owed him more than just a kiss after what had just happened. But a kiss is all I gave him and he was happy enough with it, he smiled a weak smile as I lifted my head away and looked at him. He caught a strand of my hair in his rough fingers and played with it, smiling and seeming to cherish the moment we were in.

"I'm sorry I did all of this." He said releasing my hair and turning his attention back to my face.

"It's not your fault, it's mine, and I'm so sorry I've put you through this pain." I said reaching down to hug him. He kissed the side of my head before I pulled away.

"You're worth it." He said and I started to cry again, knowing that I wasn't worth it. I had taken things way too far and now Harry probably hated me and Zayn. The thought made me sob and Zayn just held me until we both calmed down.

We both got up from the floor and walked out to the car that was waiting for Zayn, nobody else had seen us and I sent a quick text to Hannah.

"Harry saw me and Zayn kiss. I'm so stupid. Harry's gone off to who knows where and I'm going home."

I didn't really know what else to say, I wanted her to find Harry and calm him down but I didn't think that would happen. Zayn was waiting in the car with his hand held to his cheek, still in pain. He knew I was going home, there was no way I could stay again but my stuff was still at the hotel so we told the driver to go there. When we reached the hotel Zayn stayed seated in the car.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked and he shook his head slowly.

"I don't think it's a good idea if I stay here tonight, Harry needs to cool off." He said and I understood completely.

"Where are you going to stay then?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Probably another hotel?" He guessed and I tried to stop myself from saying what I was thinking, but I failed.