RUN. (Dark Harry Styles)

Chapter 25.

**HARRY's POV**


I woke up to a huge head ache. I sat up slowly, but winced in pain. Where the hell am I? I took in my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, shirt off, nobody in the room.

I know for a fact that I'm not in my flat. I got off the bed and walked out of the room. I followed a long hallway that led to a living room. I actually recognize this place. I took one glance around the main room. I was in Perrie's flat? Why?

I can tell it is Perrie's flat because I've been here before with Zayn. "Oh. Hey Hazzy! There you are." I heard a female voice behind me. I turned around quickly and saw Perrie standing at the door frame.

"What the hell happened last night?" I asked. "Funny you should ask. First, you were dead drunk. Second, wait... You don't remember anything?" She asked. I shook my head.

"Well, you were to drunk to drive home so I took you here." She said. I thought over her words then instantly thought of Ana. "Oh shit! Ana! She is probably pissed!" I yelped.

"Ana?" Perrie asked. "Yeah. My girlfriend! Ana Clarke!" I said, running to grab my shoes.

"Oh her. She's with Zayn." Perrie replied. I looked at her. "How do you know?" I asked. "Twitter." She replied. I reached into my pants pocket and grabbed my phone.

I logged on to twitter and went to Zayn's page. I saw a picture and a caption saying:

'Hanging with @Ana_Clarke94! She had a rough night:( Gotta love her. She is a strong girl! x' then a picture of Ana sleeping.

I felt my fist clench. "I got to go." I muttered. "Can you drive me?" I asked. She nodded and grabbed her keys. I followed her out the door and to the car.


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"Thanks." I said, getting out of the car. She nodded and blew me a kiss goodbye. I shut the door and ran up to my flat. 'Shit.. I forgot my shirt." I said out loud, noticing I'm still shirtless. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my flat keys. I unlocked the door and walked in. I saw nobody in the living room or kitchen. I walked to my bedroom and stormed in.

I saw Zayn cuddled up next to Ana. I felt my body shake with anger. "Zayn. Get the fuck off of her." I growled, pulling him off.

"Owh, Harry let go!" He protested, pushing me off of him. "Since when are you allowed to come here and cuddle up next to her?!" I asked. "It wasn't like that. She was bored! She was alone because her own fucking boyfriend was out! You were drunk as hell and yelled at her! She's tired of it Harry." Zayn spat.

"Oh and I hope you had fun with Perrie. You couldn't even take the time to put on a shirt. Nice Harry." Zayn said. "We didn't do anything!" I defended. "How would you know?? You were so drunk you probably don't remember! Perrie also has a crush on you! She probably took advantage of you. Like seriously..." Zayn said. He was partly right. I couldn't remember anything from last night.

"Perrie wouldn't do that.. She knows I'm dating Ana." I said, chewing my bottom lip. "Like she honestly cares. When she wants something.. She will get it. She wants you.. Harry, Ana was torn last night. Do you get how much she cares about you? Honestly.. I see right through her. Last night she wasn't herself. She called me up saying she needed me. My first thought was you did something wrong.. You did something to hurt her. I was freaking out. I care about her like a sister. I don't want to see her hurt. Once I arrived at your flat she was balling in my shoulder. I asked her what's wrong... Do you know what she said? She said....'He was suppose to be here 8 hours ago.. He yelled at me...' Seriously Harry? I don't know what you said to make her destroyed like that.. But I'm sick of seeing her cry. She doesn't deserve that. I'm tired of coming here and seeing someone cry.. Over another persons mistake... Unfortunately that mistake was yours. I hope you regret it.. If I hear you did another stupid thing like this.. I'm going to step in." Zayn said. I looked at him with confusion,sadness, and hurt.

Did Ana really feel like that? I nodded to Zayn slowly. "I-I can take care of her now." I quietly said. He looked me dead in the eyes. "Don't screw up." He muttered then walked out of the room and out of the flat.

I honestly don't know what to think. I don't want her to think I'm always like that. I care about her so much. I love her so much.