Broken-a Haylor fanfiction

Chapter 24

Zayn's POV

I thought about someone. Someone with brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin. Someone who smiled nicely. Someone with a lovely voice. Someone who smelled beautifully. Someone with perfectly shaped lips. This someone was Melissa. The one girl I couldn't have.

Not anymore.

I ruined my only chance. Now, she won't talk to me. And, to be honest, I wouldn't really want to either. All because of our fight. I should've said that I didn't want to talk about it. I shouldn't have yelled. But, most of all, I shouldn't have kissed her.

I needed advice. Taylor might have advice for me. She's good with love. And this is definitely love.

I went to Harry, Louis, and Taylor's building and was heading to their flat, when someone came out of theirs and bumped into me, falling. I managed to stay up.

I heard the person say, "Sorry!" It was a girl. And not just any girl. It was Melissa.

I looked down. "It's ok." I found myself offering out a hand to help her up.

She blindly took it and got up. She saw me. "Zayn?"

"Hello," I said formally, despite the awkwardness.

"Hey, can we talk?"

I almost said no. I wanted to say no. But, as if to defy my desires, my head nodded.

She smiled. "Inside?" She gestured to her flat.

I shrugged, so she decided that we'd go in.

Once inside, Melissa immediately said, "So, Zayn, listen, I...I'm sorry for being a jerk to you."

I should've said something about the fact that she called herself a jerk. Instead, I replied, "It's fine. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's ok. Can you ever forgive me?"

"I already did," I said, smiling.

Melissa smiled. "You're the best, Zayn!"

I said, "Thank you."

"So we're good?" was her next words, coated in hopefulness.

I nodded. I guess I don't have to talk to Taylor anymore.

Melissa asked, "Can I tell you something?"

I nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"Ok. I love you."

Harry's POV

I was sitting in my room, thinking about my mean actions from yesterday. Am I a jerk?

Like the idiot I was, I went on Twitter to see if others felt the same about me as I was right now. As I was looking, all I saw were negative tweets, mean ones. These confirmed my fears. I was a jerk. One who deserved to feel pain, be broken, die.

I got out of bed, left my phone on my dresser, and got dressed, moving very zombie-like. I went to the kitchen to begin cooking food for myself when I saw a cutting knife glisten in the sunlight.

My feet walked me over to it, and my hand picked it up. My hand also brought it down on my wrist. Pain erupted from my wrist but only the physical kind. I found myself numb to my emotional pain as my wrist dripped blood down in splatters on the floor.

I put the knife down, feeling a little bit better, emotionally, as I grabbed towels and held it against my wrist to stop the bleeding. I hoped that no one would catch this. Especially not Taylor. Partially because I told her I would stop doing this. But also because she'd worry about me, more than Louis ever could. She was just that anxious of a person. 

Luckily, it stopped bleeding. I put a pain relief cream on it and then wrapped it in bandaging, which I would have to take off when someone comes in, so that they wouldn't see what I did. Then, I cleaned up the blood from the floor. 

After several minutes of me trying to remember what it was I was doing before I cut myself, I heard someone walking and took off the bandaging, throwing it away as well.  I quickly inspected the injury to see that it was healing up slowly, but at least it wasn't bleeding right now.

Taylor came in. "Hi! Did you sleep well?"

I nodded. "You?"

"Yeah, I had an amazing dream."

"Great."

She smiled her perfect smile. I knew then that I wasn't good enough for her. And I never would be. I was a jerk, and she was an angel sent from Heaven. I deserved to die, and she deserved to live a long, perfect life. 

Taylor asked, concerned, "Harry, is something bothering you?"

"No," I lied, hating every second of it.

"Ok, Harry," she said, clearly trusting me.

This made me feel rather selfish for keeping it from her, but I had a good reason. I didn't want to worry or hurt her.

Soon, Louis came in on crutches, probably coming from the hospital. He was smiling, as if the best thing had just happened. I put a smile on my face to keep him happy. 

Louis didn't seem to catch on. All he said was, "Hi!"

"Hi!" Taylor greeted eagerly.

I replied, "Hi. Why are you so happy?"

"Celia and I are dating now!" he shouted in enthusiasm.

I smiled.

Taylor said in delight, "Yay!"

I smiled, now at Taylor. Louis also smiled at Taylor. For a moment, it seemed normal, like all was right in the world.

Little did I know that my mistake from yesterday would come back to bite me.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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