Pieces of the Rose (Sequel to I Am Mrs. Malik?)

Chapter 13

Harry's POV

Hearing the words come out of her mouth, that she doesn't love me, has hurt me more than anything. I know she didn't meam but she said it. She said the words I thought I would never hear her say. I can't control myself I am sobbing on the couch.  She choose Zayn, I did not see that coming.

"Harry?" I look up and the guys are back from the store."Are you okay?"

"Do I look like I am okay?" I say getting up from the couch.

"What happened mate?" Louis says walking over to me.

"She fucking choose Zayn and told me that she doesn't love me!" I yell.

"I told you we should tell her to leave." Liam says.

Even though Ally hurt me, Liam's words make me angry.

"What did you say?" I say grabbing Liams shirt. He is taken back and I can see the fear in his eyes.

"I am sorry. I just thought you-"

"You thought wrong!" I say through gritted teeth.

"Harry let go of him," Louis says pushing me back. "You are upset but you can't take it out on Liam."

"Don't tell me what to do!" I push Louis out of the way and I go to the kitchen. I grab the glass of water on the counter and throw it across the room. It shatters as it hits the wall.

"What the hell!?" I hear Louis yell. I continue to look at the wall. "Harry, do you want to talk about it?" He walks up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"She doesn't love me," I break into a cry. "I lost her, forever." Louis pulls me into a hug and I cry on his shoulder.

"I will clean up this mess" Niall says awkwardly.

"I am so sorry," Louis says.

"I don't think I can stay here tonight if she is here. I won't be able to control myself." I tell him pulling out of the hug.

"I will come with you. I don't want you to be alone." He smiles.

I nod and go upstairs to pack some clothes for the night.

Ally's POV

I wake up wrapped in Zayn's arms. I look up to see him smiling down at me.

"You fell asleep,"

"Oh. What time is it?" I ask.

"6, do you want to see if Niall is cooking dinner?"

"Yeah," I get up and look in the mirror, I have make up smeared on my face from crying. Harry. I wonder if he is okay. He seemed so hurt, I don't think I can face him if he is so sad. I would feel so guilty because his sadness is because I said I don't love him. "Let me just wash my face."

"Okay," He replies.

After washing my make up off, Zayn leads me down the stairs to find Liam watching T. V. and Niall cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey," Zayn and I say walking over to the couch to join Liam.

"Where's Harry?" Zayn asks.

"Oh he and Louis are going out tonight, they left a little while ago."

He left. He probably couldn't stand seeing me like I don't want to see him, well I don't want to see him hurting. I feel terrible, but I love Zayn and I think we can work out this time. Harry has always been there for me but I am not married to him and never will be. I think our realtionship is not forever, just a love that is temporary. Zayn and I have something that will be forever. It is the rose, the promise to each other that we will love each other always.