Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 19

I watched how Zayn made his way in to the store and to the cash desk. He looked good, I have to admit that, but since the argument Harry and I had about him I wasn't really sure how to act towards him. 

"Don't worry he didn't see me." Zayn said and it was like he could read my mind. "I wanted to see you." His  Bradford accent clear in his words. 

 "Why?" I questioned, looking at the boy in front of me. 

"What ever Harry told you about me, don't believe him. It's only bullshit to keep you away from me, even I know that he just wants you for himself. He sees me as a treat and doesn't want me near you cause he is scared that he might loose you since we have our history." Zayn confessed but his words didn't calm me. I wasn't sure what he meant with history, probably that Harry had some girl that Zayn took away from him, but that didn't make me feel any better. Zayn was a nice guy, if he didn't care about me he wouldn't be here right now but I wondered why Harry was so scared of me seeing him, I would never leave him.  

"What history?" I spoke while I looked straight in to his brown eyes. He looked down on the floor, letting air out of his mouth in a loud sigh before looking back up at me again.

"Let's take a coffee and talk." He suggested. Naomi was strolling around on the floor, trying not to be noticed eavesdropping but since I knew her that well I knew what she was doing.  I looked at her and she nodded her head towards me, letting me know it was okay to leave for lunch.

"Alright." I said as I grabbed my purse and with Zayn next to me I walked out of the door and made my way to the restaurant just right in front of the store I worked in. I took a seat on a chair at a two seated table, Zayn taking the chair opposite me as we got handed our menus. 

We sat quiet as before we ordered and when the waiter left Zayn cleared his throat before looking up from his food and to me.

"It all started like one and a half years ago, he was with some brunette which he kind of liked, not as much as he likes you but he liked her." He spoke. I had no idea how he knew how much Harry liked me, not even I knew. 

"And?" I said, wanting him to continue.

"I really liked her too you see, she was so funny, beautiful, easy to talk to and one of the most social persons I've ever known. She was one of my closest friends when she was with Harry and the first months everything went fine, but maybe three months in I told her I really liked her. I didn't know she told Harry until she came to my house and told me she broke up with him to be with me. We had our thing for three weeks before I met Harry, we ended up fighting and everything went to hell. She left, even though she could have anyone of us she left just like that. Then from nowhere a couple of weeks ago she turned up at my house, begging me to take her back cause she had realized how much she loved and missed me, but I couldn't do that. I talked to Katie, a friend of hers, a few days before she came over and she did the same thing to Harry and he said no." He spoke slowly, letting me take in everything he said cause it was quite a lot. 

"Wait." I murmured as I began to think. "A couple of weeks ago?" I spoke, looking at him for an answer. 

"Yeah, like one of two." Zayn said, looking a bit confused at me. "He didn't tell you." He said more as a statement than a question. I shook my head, confirming that he was correct. What was Harry hiding from me?

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I said, rising up from the seat and put some money on the table. I left Zayn at the table before walking back to Jack Wills. Naomi was behind the cash desk, reading a book that I gave her a month ago, Hamlet.

"Hey Ruby, oh shit what did he do?" spoke Naomi, walking up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I didn't understand what she meant until the tears blurred up my eyes, not allowing me to see clearly. 

I had no idea why I was crying, this was probably the most embarrassed I had ever felt. I wasn't sure if Harry had done something, but I had no reason for crying about a girl he dated asking him to take her back. He said no for Christ sake! I needed to pull myself together before I turned up in a mental hospital. 

"Go." Naomi said, pushing me out of the door. "Make it alright." She smiled at me before kissing my cheek, putting my purse back on my shoulder after it slid down my arm. I thanked her repeatedly before pulling my phone out of my purse, dialing Harry's number. 

"Hi Rubs." He said with such a happy tone every worry almost ran away from my body. 

"Can I come over?" I said, letting the worry come back when his beautiful voice went silent.

"Of course, see you soon then." He smiled before we said our goodbyes as I slammed the car door shut. The drive to Harry's house felt like hours though it took twenty minutes, every minute was getting me even more nervous. 

I pulled up and got out of my car, locking it behind me. Harry's door was already open and loud music came out from the house, guessing since it was so hot outside he needed some air inside as well. 

"Hello?" I tried to out-voice the music as I stepped in to the house. I removed my shoes before looking for Harry since he didn't answer. I walked in to the living room just to see the emptiness of it before moving my way to the kitchen which was just as empty as the living room. I made my way to his room, the door slightly open but not so much. I stepped in, seeing him lying on the bed with a book in his hands. 

"Rubs." He smiled, placing the book on his drawer before sitting up in the bed. I walked over to him, sitting down with my legs crossed on the massive bed. 

Harry got closer, kissing my lips over and over and I felt so good about having him close, I almost forgot what I was going to ask him. I pushed him away slightly, catching him off guard.

"Harry, wait." I murmured in to his lips, making him pull away to look in to my eyes.

"What's wrong?" He spoke, worry clear as the day in his voice. It was cute how he cared, I would've never thought he could be like this when I met him. He was so rude, oblivion and angry and now he was so caring but constantly worried. 

"Why are you always so worried?" I wondered, looking at the messy curls on his head. 

"I'm not worried." He tired to convince both me and himself. I looked at him, my eyes pealing the hard shell he had built off of him, revealing the soft side of him that was so scared of losing me, losing the only person that had ever loved him and cared for him. "I just don't want you to leave." He confessed.

"I would never do that, though we have to talk about something." I said without thinking, just letting whatever I thought become words that my lips formed and pronounced. 

"About what?" He said, sounding so worried I began to feel sorry for the broken boy in front of me.