Zayn's P.O.V.
I finally make it back to my apartments and I take off my boots at the front door. Ugh, Chloe confuses me so much. I know it was wrong for me to leave her four years ago and then just showed up but I was scared. I got scared and ran away from my problems. Every time I see her my heart breaks a little more because I put her through so much pain and I know that she'll probably never forgive me. Yet, it hurts more to see her with, engaged, and pregnant with Harry. We used to be best friends until he found out that we had a history and I know it was wrong for me to sleep with her at that party but I didn't even know what was going on. I was drunk.
Chloe has the most beautiful smile and laugh in the entire world and it warms me to see that I can make her do those things. Tonight, I kind of saw that she was tired and worn out. I know she would never admit to me that it was because of Harry but I see right through her. I was with her for awhile before I left and I know every little thing about her. Like the way she chews on the end of straws whenever she drinks out of them. Or like when she's nervous, she'll mess with a piece of jewelry she's wearing or her hair. I miss her touch and everything about her. She makes me a better person.
I let out a loud sigh and I walk into the kitchen and I grab a beer out of the fridge. I sit on the counter and I turn on my stereo. I run my hand through my hair and I scroll through my phone. I need a distraction from her or anything to get her out of my mind. So I go into the living room to watch football.
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Chloe's P.O.V.
I sit on the bed while Harry paces back and fourth the room. He's pissed because Zayn was here and he saw him leaving when he pulled up. It wasn't really my fault because he offered to help me at the grocery store because Harry was out getting drunk with his fucking friends when he was supposed to be here with me.
Right then and there, Harry's phone vibrates and his head shoots up.
Me: Who is it Harry!
Harry: None of your damn business!
Me: I have a fucking right to know who's texting your god damn phone! I'm supposed to be your damn fiance!
Right then, I get up and I race over to the dresser and I grad his phone. He runs over to me and tries to pry it out of my hands but I open the message before he does.
Victoria: Hey baby, you coming over tonight?
Me: Who the hell is Victoria!
Harry: A friend.
Me: A friend doesn't call you fucking baby Harry!
Harry: Stop fucking worrying about it! You are so fucking clingy!
Me: Oh I'm sorry that I am pregnant and getting married to you. I have needs too Harry! Just tell me who the hell it is!
Harry: You wanna know? Well fine! I've been fucking her for the past couple weeks! Ever since you stopped fucking me because you wanna know something Chloe? I have needs too!
My eyes started to tear up and I walked over to the closet and grabbed some clothes. I started putting them in bags and Harry stormed out of the room and downstairs. I can't believe he would cheat on me. I need to get out of here for a little while. I pull out my phone and I text the only person that I know of since Shawn is away and so is my mom.
Me: Hey Zayn? Can you come get me?
Zayn: Sure love. Whats wrong?
Me: ...Harry. He's drunk and we got in an argument.
Zayn: I'm sorry Hun, I'm on my way.
I grab my bag and I walk into the bathroom to put everything else I need into it. Once I have everything, I sigh and head downstairs and I see Harry drinking yet another beer and I set my bag down and wait by the door.
Harry: Where the hell do you think your going?!
Me: Somewhere far away from you!
Harry: Ha what with Zayn?
Me: Maybe.
Harry: Your not leaving!
Me: Watch me.
After those words left my mouth, Harry raced over to me and I felt his cold, hard and slide across my face and it made my face turn. I looked up at him with fear in my eyes and that's when I heard a car outside. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the house with him slowly following. Zayn gets out of his truck and runs over to me and pulls me into a hug.
Zayn: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah.
Zayn: Look up at me.
I did as he said and his jaw dropped when he saw the red hand print on my cheek. He told me to get in and he ran over to Harry and started yelling at him and soon I saw his fist connect with Harry's jaw. He walked back over and got into the truck. We pulled out and started driving away.
