***Zayn's P.O.V***
I watched as Harry walked out the door, closing it behind him with his foot, leaving me and Niall alone in the room. I scowled at him, and he awkwardly shifted from foot to foot.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I fumed, glaring at Niall.
"Look man, we're friends, we can just let this go yeah?" he chuckled nervously, taking a step backwards.
"No." I barked. "You know how much Harry loves Melanie, yet you tried to rape her? Then tempt me into doing it as well!"
cause we both know you wanted to! I messed up, I know! Let's just forget this okay? Move on from this, I'm sorry." he reasoned.
"Are you though? Honestly?" I spat.
"What? Of course I am." he rolled his eyes.
"Bullshit. You're not sorry, you're sorry you got caught, sorry we stopped you! Had you been given the chance, we both know you wouldn't have stopped!" I argued.
"Right, if I hadn't been stopped maybe I would have." he admitted. "But what else would have happened Mr.Innocent?" he retaliated.
"What are you suggesting dickhead?" I growled.
"Let' suppose Harry didn't get in and stop me. Can you honestly say you wouldn't have touched her? You were tempted Zayn, and we all know it. I know it, you know it, Harry does, even Melanie knows now!" Niall bickered.
"No! I wouldn't have! I wouldn't hurt her! I couldn't hurt her..." I whispered at the end, looking at the ground. Niall let out an amused laugh, clapping his hands together.
"Right, and that's what makes us different I suppose!" he laughed.
"Yes, it does actually!" I yelled. "Harry knows I like Melanie, he asked me, and I lied, but he saw it in my eyes. He knows I care for her. But you know why he still lets me near her, Niall?" I growled. "Because he knows I would never touch his girl. He trusts me, and I would never break his trust. Unlike you. I know where to stop, and my feelings will always be just that, feelings. Never, will I ever put them into action."
"Oh, of course, because you have the "bro's before hoe's" motto, right?" he scoffed.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT!" I fumed, pushing my hands to his chest, causing him to crash down to the ground, falling on his ass.
"Zayn, c'mon man, it was a joke!" Niall gushed, throwing his hands up in surrender.
"A joke? Well it wasn't funny! At all! Here's a joke for you then. Knock knock." I seethed.
"Who's there?" Niall reluctantly asked.
"Not you in a minute." I spat, before jumping on top of him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, slamming him back down onto the ground, him letting out a groan in pain.
"Z-zayn! Stop! I'm sorry!" Niall pleaded, but I threw my head back in laughter. I heard more laughter from behind to see Harry standing next to me, and Melanie at the door, standing next to Louis, who had a protective hand on her shoulder as she watched, wide eyed in horror.
"You're pleading for her to stop?" Harry asked. "Melanie pleaded for mercy when you touched her, and did you stop?" he growled.
"Harry-" Niall started.
"DID YOU?!" he bellowed, hands curled up into fists.
"No." Niall whispered.
"No, you didn't! You laughed at her and her helpless state, and didn't show her once inch or mercy! Now why should we show you any?!"
"Because...we're friends." Niall stuttered.
"Friends? Friends don't touch each other's girls!" Harry barked.
"I know. Please, just forgive me man?" Niall asked.
"No. I'm giving you 10 seconds Niall. 10 seconds to get out of my house, and away from my girl." Harry warned. "I have every right to beat you to pulp right now. But I can't, because I see you as a brother. he sighed. "A fucking brother who threw away their bond like it was trash!" he fumed, kicking the wall nearest to him. "Yet, as much as I hate that you've hurt me, I can't hurt you.." Harry's voice cracked at the end, as he shook his head, looking down at the ground, hammering his fists into the wall.
"So I'm showing you mercy Niall. Mercy you never showed to Mel. Mercy you don't deserve, but I'm giving to you." Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath. "So use your 10 seconds of mercy wisely." he warned.
"Harry, please just-" Niall pleaded.
"10" he growled.
"I'm sorry man!" Niall cried.
"9! 8! 7!" Harry counted angrily.
"Zayn, help me out!" Niall begged.
"6...5...4..." I continued to count for Harry, him shooting me a weak yet grateful smile.
"Melanie I'm-"
"Don't talk or even look at her!" Harry snapped. "3!"
"Okay, I'm leaving.." Niall sighed, heading to the door.
"2..." Harry counted further.
Niall exited the door passing Melanie and the boys, and closed the door behind him, leaving us all in the room, watching Harry.
"1." he whispered, his voice cracking, his body crumpling to the ground, falling to his knees as he cried out in pain, burying his head in his hands, curs falling down around his face like curtains. Muffled cries sounded around the room, as he let out tears of sadness from losing his friend, his brother.
My heart braked for Harry, seeing him like this. I went to walk towards him, but stopped in pure shock as I saw Melanie dash across the room towards him. She fell to her knees and placed her small had on his back.
Harry looked up to see who it was, and when he saw it was the love of his life, he let out a cry that was a mixture of joy and pain, throwing himself towards Melanie, wrapping his arms around her small body, Melanie quickly wrapping her arms around him, and slowly rocked him back and forth, as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, sobbing.
"Shh, shh, it's okay Harry." she whispered.
"What the hell is going on?" Liam whispered in pure shock and awe.
"No idea, but it's a good thing." I smiled.
We all watched as Melanie showed Harry true compassion, holding him tightly, comforting Harry through his pain, rubbing circles in his back, as he calmed down.
"Melanie.." he whispered. "I love you." Harry cracked.
"I know you do, Harry. I know you do." she whispered back. " I l-" she began, but stopped herself mid sentence.
"Say it. Please say it." he pleaded her, looking her in the eyes, hands on either side of her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. His eyes were glossed over with tears, and he looked so different. Like a little, lost, broken young boy. A boy who was desperate in need of love. "Please tell me you love me baby?" he begged. "say it. he whispered.
Melanie looked pained, like she was having an eternal battle with herself. Like her heart was urging her to say it, but her pained brain was screaming her to run away, and she looked utterly conflicted, tossing up the two options. The right and the wrong, the light side and the dark side, the truth or the lie, what her head said and what her heart said , and in the end, the heart one.
"I love you Harry."
