Teeth [Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter Thirty One

Harry’s point of view:

“Dude…” Zayn shook his head, the disapproval in his eyes. I knew I shouldn’t have told him. I just didn’t get it – if I had said this before, he wouldn’t even make a big deal out of it. He would actually cheer me – not that I wanted it. But now – he responded differently – disappointed.

“I know, I –“

“Why’d ya do it, man? And with… April? For real? I thought you had better standards.”

I crunched my eyes closed and rubbed my temples; my muscles tensing. “It’s not… it’s not about standards. I was high... I didn’t know what I was doing.” Biggest lie I’ve ever told. Yeah, I was high, but I knew what I was doing and I didn’t stop; nor did I want to.

“Harry,” he huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. “It ain’t my business, but c’mon man, you know that’s all bullshit. I mean, what happened? Did you two fight or somethin’?”

I shook my head, the guilty rushing over me all over again, almost as if it hadn’t gone away. “Then why’d you cheat on her?”

“I don’t know. I was weak, I guess. I mean – you’ve done it before. I’m only human.”

“Hey man, this isn’t about me. Yeah, I’ve done it before but I haven’t met a girl like Jay. I haven’t felt that way for someone like the way you feel for her. I just assumed you changed.” Zayn’s tone grew quiet and he shook his head before standing up.

“Don’t you judge me; you don’t know a damned thing about how I’m feeling.” I felt defensive now, almost as if his words were stinging me. What was he trying to say?

“Whoa, mate… no one is judging you. I was just sayin’.”  Zayn turned around, his eyes piercing at me.

“Well then… don’t ‘just say’ a goddamn thing.” I spat and now, Zayn walked back over to me. “I wouldn’t say a fuckin’ thing to you if you didn’t come here, tellin’ me  how you can’t even manage a relationship!”

I can’t manage a relationship.

I didn’t know what came over me when I got up and got in his face. “What did you say?”

Instead of saying anything, he laughed and shook his head, walking away from me. “What? Gonna try to ‘beat my ass’ too, Harry? Is that all you can fucking do? Listen to me,” Zayn shouted and turned back around.

“And you listen real fucking good pal. You know what your problem is?!” his voice echoed in the room. I tried to hold back every ounce of madness I held inside of me. I was literally about to go off, but instead, I bit my lip, trying to slow my breaths down.

“You never want to listen to anyone unless it’s something you want to hear. Well guess what, asshole, this is life. You are fucking wrong and you gotta admit it! If you can’t see it for yourself, I will be more than happy to point it out. So before you get in my face with your bullshit, trying to fight, just know that you are wrong.”

You are wrong.

I’ve been telling myself this all of my life, but to hear it coming out of my own friend’s mouth really just made me realize how true those words were. It didn’t matter though; I held so much anger that I could literally feel my blood boil inside. I wasn’t angry at Zayn – I couldn’t be. He was right.

Backing away slowly, my vision fell to the ground and my lips parted for a second. I could feel my heart beating harshly against my chest and my wrists were shaking. Zayn breathed heavily for a second before backing away from me.