Zayn's POV
"Leah, we will never see you, are you sure?" I try to convince her out of leaving us. "No," she shakes her head, still crying. "I can't face Harry." She whispers. "Alright. Come on," I say, picking her up off the couch so she can keep the blanket on and wont get cold. "you have three days to change your mind before we start driving." I say, walking into the other bus. "Hi Mom," she says when I lay her down on the couch. "she wants to stay in here for a while." I whisper to her mom and she nods. "thank you, Zaynie," Leah says as I walk out the door. I nod, and proceed to go into our bus.
"Leah, I'm so sorry, I have no Idea what possessed me to do that and I- Wait, where's Leah?" Harry shouts, and you can tell he's been crying. "why do you care?" Louis snaps back. "Uh because she's my girlfriend?" Harry says. "Is she Harry?" I ask, Getting up and getting closer. "Yes." He mumbles. Louis is soon behind me, along with Niall and Liam. "You don't know how much you hurt her. " Liam says. "Do you know how much we are going to hurt you?" Louis asks. I go to throw a punch, when a small voice stops me. "Please. Please don't hurt him," It's Leah, standing in the doorway, with a blanket around her shoulders. "Leah," Harry begins, but she just runs into hug him. "Leah, what are you thinking? He broke your heart. Don't let him do it again." I say, breaking up their hug. Leah slowly backs up. "Please, don't hit me," She croaks, backing against the wall. "why would I do that?!" Harry exclaims. Leah comes over to me and I embrace her in a hug. "The dream, Zayn, he cheated on me then and he cheated on me now. What if he hits me like he did in the dream?" She whispers. " I won't let him." I tell her. She mouths, thank you, and goes into her room to get her phone and laptop. "Where are you going?" Harry asks her. " I think I need to stay in my mom's bus for a little while, away from, y-you," She says, leaving, clothing her stomach with her free hand.
Leah's POV
It's my first night without the boys, and to be honest I feel really lonely. I just have a couch to myself, not a room, a couch. I'm hoping to go get all my stuff from the boys tomorrow or the next day. I miss Zayn. I miss Harry, no matter how much I hate him right now, I miss dating him. We never officially ended it, but It's pretty obvious I don't want to be with him. I mostly just miss their hugs. I need to talk to Zayn.
From Leah : Hey Zayn, I miss you so much.
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From Zayn: Hey, you woke me up girl. I miss you too <3
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From Leah: I want to see you, I don't know If I can live in my mom's bus, but I can't face Harry. Did you hurt him?
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From Zayn: I'm sorry Leah, but yes I hit him. I left his face alone, but.
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From Leah: Meet me outside, please.
I put my blanket around my shoulders and slid on some slippers, to find Zayn waiting for me outside. I run into his hug. "Ow, My stomach," I say, pulling away. I'm still so sad about him and Perrie dating, but I guess I just have to get over him and Harry. "Why did you hit Harry?" I ask. "He deserved it, and he certainly doesn't deserve you. But please come back into our bus. You won't have to see Harry if you don't want him. We all miss you, even Harry, and you don't know how sorry he Is. He has been crying this whole time. Please, don't get back together with him though. I don't want him to break your heart again. " Zayn whispers. "I-I, um, okay." I agree, hoping that is something I can commit to. I really like Harry, and I'm always trying to forgive people, but he did break my heart twice. "Please,Please,Please come back to the bus!" He begs. "Fine, but you have to watch a movie with me. All of you." I agree, happy that I get to be back with them. "Harry too?" He asks. "Um, I don't care, whatever he wants I guess, uh, I'll come back in the morning, alright, goodnight." I stutter, kissing him on the cheek and walking back into my bus. I go into the bathroom, wash my face, redraw the initials on my wrist, and then walk back into my 'room' and lay back on the couch. I can't sleep, at all, so I just turn on the tv.
News Guy: Harry cheating? Harry's girlfriend was in the hospital, but a fan nearby got a picture of him kissing a nurse! Is he cheating, or did they split apart and he is just moving on?
I groan. "Let's turn that junk off," I mumble, turning off the tv. I then proceed to whip the remote control across the room. "Hmph."
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The Initials On My Wrist
FanfictionLeah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager...
