Is It Wrong?

Chapter 12

Kay’s POV:

I threw the blanket back and climbed out of bed. I could hear the doorbell being rung over and over again from behind my closed bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Harry groaned, still under the covers.

"The door," I replied as I opened my door and descended the stairs towards the foyer. I opened the door and Zayn stood before me in nothing but sweats and a white v-neck shirt.

"Hi Kay…I wanted to talk to you" he said as he pushed past me and entered the house.

"Sure, what do you need Zayn?" I answered still half-asleep and scratching my head. 

"Let’s talk in your room," he said and I nodded as he climbed the stairs towards my bedroom. The second he hit the top step, I remembered who was in my bed.

"Shit, Zayn!" I called as he opened my door. He took a step back and glanced over at me on the stairs. He stared at me impassively before clearing his throat.

"I should go" he spat in a harsh tone as he pushed past me and went downstairs.

"Zayn, please" I begged as I followed him.

"Don’t Zayn please me! You led me on! You made it seem like we would be together. Come to find out that the person you’re so in love with is your own brother!" he hissed and I sighed deeply, trying to gather my thoughts.

"He’s my step-brother," I corrected him, calmly.

"And you’re a whore" he spat as he walked to the door, exited and slammed it behind him. The anger from him calling me a whore was surpassed by my worry of him telling people at school. I bolted upstairs taking two steps at a time until I reached my room. I jumped on my bed and shook Harry awake.

"What is it?" he groaned as I repeated his name over and over again.

"Zayn saw you in my bed" I muttered and he shot up quickly.

"What’d you just say?" he asked and I repeated myself. A look of horror, worry and anger flashed across his face before he sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are we gonna do if he tells people?" I questioned and Harry stood up and faced me.

"We? You let him in here, didn’t you?!" Harry yelled and I winced. I did let him in my room purposely but where was he going with this? Was he really going to solely blame me for Zayn seeing us?

"I did but-" I started but was cut off by another one of his outbursts.

"But nothing! How could you be so stupid? Why the fuck did you let him in here?" he growled. I simply shook my head and gazed at him. I could tell he wanted an answer but I was afraid of his reaction.

"He wanted to talk to me in my room, and I was half-asleep. I forgot you were in here," I mumbled and he became angrier.

"You wanted to talk to him? In your room?" he hissed and I looked all around the room before looking back at him. Why was he being so harsh?

"Harry, this wasn’t intentional" I whispered but he headed for my bedroom door.

"Save this for someone who gives a fuck" he gnarled before leaving and closing my door with a loud slam. 

***

Harry and I haven’t spoken in three days. He didn’t come home on Sunday or Tuesday and I wondered why. Gemma went back to school and it was just us again until our parents got back. I saw him once at school but he walked right past me as if I was invisible.

I saw Zayn too, and his eye was blue and purple. I really hoped that Harry had nothing to do with that, but I wasn’t sure. I continued on my day as normal, until I came up with a good idea to benefit everyone.

I caught Zayn outside and he rolled his eyes as I called his name. When I reached him, I grabbed his arm and made him face me.

"Who did this to you?" I whispered and he shook out of my grasp.

"Why do you care?" he questioned and I smiled at him before beginning to talk about what I came up to him for.

"Can you come over today? We should really talk about this…er…and us" I said but he scoffed at me.

"Don’t bother, before your little boyfriend went to Anna’s house for a quick fuck session, he stopped at my house and gave me this," he pointed at his bruised eye, “He told me to keep my mouth shut or else"

I think my heart stopped beating at the end of his sentence. Harry really punched Zayn? Did he really go to Anna’s house? All these thoughts raced through my mind as I mumbled a sorry to Zayn and rushed to my car. I climbed in and started to pull out of the parking lot when something in the footy field caught my attention. I glanced and I could tell it was Harry from a mile away. He was walking with a girl towards the bleachers and I decided to go check it out myself. I drove my car to the other side of the field and parked right behind the bleachers. I had a full view of Harry as him and the girl, who turned out to be Anna went under the bleachers and locked lips. He pushed her against the fence and ran his fingers under her shirt. I could feel the tears threatening to escape but I backed out of the spot before I could see anymore.

I could only think of one person to call as I pulled out of the parking lot and towards home, Niall.

***

Niall said he would be at my house in minutes and I was a bit anxious. Was I really going to go tit for tat with Harry? I should really just dump him and ignore him but this feels better. I’m still angry at Niall for what he did at school that day but I can think of a few ways for him to apologize. 

There was a knock at the door and I jumped off the couch and opened it. It was Harry and he leaned down to kiss me but I backed away.

"I’m sorry" he whispered as he repeated his action again, but I backed away. “Really?" he said and I just smiled as I noticed Niall walking up the pathway to the front door. Harry noticed my grin and turned around, then looked at me, his eyes were searching for answers but I held my ground.

"Hey," Niall smiled as he slid past Harry and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hi," I whispered and I told him to head up to my room, and that I’d be there a in a few. He obliged and disappeared upstairs.

"We’re done Harry" I said as I no longer heard Niall’s footsteps. Harry didn’t speak, he only stared at me with an impassive expression. “I saw you with Anna, I heard about you fucking her too. I also saw what you did to Zayn. I cant and wont deal with you anymore. You cheated on me," I said as I could feel the tears prick my eyes, “You disappeared for 3 days and cheated on me" I finished before turning and bolting upstairs to my room.

"I’ve been waiting for your call" Niall groaned as I walked over to my bed and straddled him. We became lost in each other in a matter of moments and my thoughts of Harry faded.