That Boy

Slurrs, Apologies and Trees

*Skylar's POV*

In a matter of seconds and a few words, I lost Harry.

A deep saddness took place in my head and heart. I didn't feel a thing because he was my boyfriend. I did not love him, I just had him to myself.

I didn't lose my boyfriend.
I lost my only friend.

I have feelings for Zayn. I gave him my everything but in return, he took away Harry with his words.

Harry's the kind of person I'll always feel for. It will always be there. Nothing can stop that love for him. Words can never describe my feelings for Zayn and Harry.

I will always care for him and want nothing but his happiness.

And me being away is his happiness. Even though it makes me sad.

I love Zayn and I know that. But Harry's always going to own a tiny place in my heart.

A loud thud pulled me out of my depressing thoughts. I turned around to look at Zayn, who had fallen on the ground.

"Oh my God! Zayn!" I ran to him and made him stand up with much difficulty as he was too heavy for me.

He was schmangaled and smelling of alcohol. I dragged him to his tent after many stumbles and falls.

I lay him on his sleeping bag and stroked his forehead. Then I saw his jaw, badly injured with blood oozing out. I sat down next to him, slowly I lifted his head and placed it on my lap to get a clearer view.

Even when he was looking like a wasted fool, his eyes held me hostage.

"How did this happen Zayn?" I said and that's when I realised that I was crying. Just seeing him that way made me cry.

"Harry." He mumbled, "What Harry? What happened?" I kept stroking his head with one hand and held his hand with the other.

"He beat me up." He coughed and blood rushed out.

"I made you so so sad." His eyelids flutter open, "I'm gonna lose you soon. I can't. I don't wanna." He slurred and I suppressed a sob.

"Skylar Richards, you are going away from me and I don't think I'll be able to keep up with the speed." And with that he passed out on my lap.

I froze and kept looking at him, absorbing his words.

His words were stinging my insides and as much as I denied, deep down I know I felt the same.

I gently lay his head on the pillow and placed a small kiss on his cheek, "Just be happy." I whispered and covered my mouth before I sobbed again.

"No Sky," He opened his eyes and pulled me closer till my lips were hovering on his, "It hurts." His hands left my face and he passed out truly.

I slowly sat back up, facing him.

It hurts.
His words echoed as I kept staring at him.

I wanted to do something to stop him from hurting. But I knew I couldn't do anything except linger on the thoughts of the what ifs.

I leaned closer to his face again and closed my eyes as tears flowed endlessly.

My fingers ran through his messy hair and I planted one last kiss on his forehead.

My lips travelled to his ear before I realised I had nothing to tell him, "I'm sorry." I whispered the only thing I had to say.

I heard the tent cloth flutter. I turned around to see Louis standing with a sympathetic expression.