Resistance (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6: Another chance

Here's the update as promised! =)

Spoiler Alert: Really Dirty Part Ahead *shrugs* I had major Harry feels today! :/ Don't say I didn't warn ya!

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Harry's POV

"Uhh, Harry? Could you put the phone away?" Said Zayn, trying to hide the agitation in his voice, clearly failing.

"Sure." I distractedly slid the tiny gadget into my jeans pocket and replaced it with heavy headphones.

"Let's take it from the top, eh?" Said the music director, from the other side of the sound proof glass, only to have me and Zayn nod in return. I tapped the mic in front of me lightly to test it and started as soon as the director signalled for me to sing.

You're perfect to me

"No, Haz. Take it low. You're pitch is quite high." He interrupted.

I started once more, a little miffed at the director's words.

You're perfect to me

"That's not right. Let's try again."

I started the verse, once more. Trying to make my voice as low pitched as he wanted me to, but it still wasn't enough for him.

"What's up with you, man?" Said Zayn, sensing my misery and obvious distraction.

"Nothing. Just-" I massaged my temples.

"Is it Aishu?"

"Maybe."

"Listen, mate-"

"Harry, Zayn, we haven't got all day." The director's nasty manly voice cut through our conversation, irritating us both.

"Jeez, Alan. Stop being so ridiculous." Zayn shouted back.

I, agitatedly, threw my headphones to the floor and stomped out of the record room, with Zayn trailing.

"Harry, what's wrong mate?" He shouted behind me.

"Aishwarya's not been picking up her cellphone. I've been trying to reach her all morning. She's acting weird and this ass tells me to lower my pitch."

I was walking all this while and I didn't realise when I reached the empty end of the corridor that led to the record studio. I slumped against the plain white wall and fell to the ground while Zayn kneeled beside me. With out backs pressed against the cold wall and legs outstretched, we must be looking pretty funny, sitting in the soul-less corridor.

"Harry, it'll be okay."

"No, Z. It's not gonna be okay. I'm pretty messed up. And as for Aishu, when she gets crazy, she does random stuff. This is another one of those times, I guess. 'Cause I'm scared for her."

"I don't get your point here." Zayn stated simply.

"Well, the point is, I don't love her anymore. But I want her to be safe. Last time I told her that I didn't feel the same anymore, she was out on an empty cold street almost getting raped. I'm afraid what she'll do now."

"You did what?" Zayn gaped at me, horrified.

"That's not the aim of the discussion here. I don't love her, okay? But I'm ready to give us a chance again. For her sake and also for what she meant to me. And whatever I had with Rebecca was pure lust. I didn't feel an ounce bit of love or any emotion, ever, for that girl."

"Harry, you were cheating on Aishu?"

"I got carried away, Z. I'm a guy." I rolled my eyes at him, like the answer was too obvious.