Used to be. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter thirteen

* ZOE'S POV *

I woke up with my phone ringing off by my side. I quickly answered it, "Hello? Who's this?" I answered lazily. I yawned and tossed in my bed. 

"Zo?" I heard an irish accent. And a laugh. 

"If you are some fucking kids who is annoying, please hung up." I said. "Well, for you ma'am. I'm not just fuckin' kids who is annoyin', It's me Niall." 

Oh.

"Oh, what do ya want?" I heared the voice become loud and some mumbling then I can feel im on a loud speaker. 

"ZOE IT'S 2 IN THE AFTERNOON DO YOU MIND IF YOU GET UP BECAUSE YOU HAVE WORK?" I heard Gina shouted through the phone. "I have?" I confusedly asked. 

"YES YOU HAVE SO GET UP AND GO HERE OKAY." I let a 'mhm' sound and hang up.

I didn't knew I have a work, Gina didn't text me last night or today. Ugh. I kinda hate work now. I finished my breakfast and went to take a shower. I changed into my hoodie and a high-waisted short, again. I quickly put on my flats and grabbed everything and soon, I called the cab.

"Morning ma'm. Where to?" The driver asked politely. I gave him the address of the buildaing when my phone beeped. A new text from Liam.

From: Liam 

Hi Zoe, um. Harry is at his flat he said he's coming but he's still not here at the building, can you check him up? Here's the address. Thanks x   

So, I'm going to Harry's flat? I'll take that as a yes. 

"Um, excuse me, can we uh-go here?" I said to the driver as I show him the text. "Liam?" I looked at him confused. 

"Yeah, Liam from One Direction? You know them?" I said. "Oh the biggest boyband eh?" I nodded. "My daughter Kayleigh really love that band and she's obsessed to that curly boy?" He said and I chuckled as he called Harry the curly boy.

"Yeah his name is Harry. Do you want a sign for you daughter?" I said. "Really? That would mean a lot. My daughter really  hates me because one time, me and my wife are divorced so she hated me." He said. 

"How could someone hate her dad? Of course, she loves you sir." I said to make him cheer up. He thanked me. 

"So the sign? Or you just give me your number and I'll tell Harry to call your number. Is that great?" I said. "Wow really? That would mean a lot." He said. 

"No problem, sir." I said as we stopped at Harry's flat. I said a goodbye to him and so he did. Soon, I walked into Harry's front door. I waited for 5 minutes still no answer. I sigh.

Then I remember Harry is a heavy sleeper.

I turned on the doorknob, oh how dumbass, it was open. The door creaked open and I saw nothing. I didn't saw Harry. I was confused. I entered the flat and closed the door. I looked everywhere. Maybe he's in his bathroom? 

I walked to the bathrooma and it was opened. And Harry never leaves the bathroom door open, I opened the door and there's no Harry. Maybe he's in his bedroom?

I walked upstairs and that's when I saw a door open. I walked near to it, maybe it's Harry's bedroom. I opened the door and there, 

I saw Harrys shivering from cold. The whole comforter was wrapped on his body. I ran into him and he was shaking. The windows were closed and the curtains are making the whole room darker. The only light is the dimlight on the side of the room.

"Harry? Are you okay?" I asked him. He's still shivering. I left my hand on his forehead, and damn it, he's hot. Not hot like a sexy model, a hot that has a high temperature. "You're sick." I mumbled.

"Did you take you medicines?" I asked and he nodded. He looked at me and said, "Zoe," I let a 'mhm' sound. "Please don't leave me." He's still shivering.

I sat on his bed and answered,

"I won't."

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A/N:

AHHHHHHHHHHH SHOULD I CALL THEM ZARRY OR ZOERRY? 

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