Emotionless Love (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Francis P.O.V

"This is it right here." I tell Zayn as I point out the window at my house.

"Okay do you want me to walk you in?"

"It's okay. If I let you in my sister would ask you a billion questions."

"Okay ...so will I see you later?"

"Yea I guess, here's my number if you ever need anything or just want to hang." I tell him as I write down my phone number on a napkin I found in the cup holder.

"Thanks I will text you so you have mine as well." He tells me as he jams the paper with my number in his pocket.

"Goodnight" Zayn tells me as I climb out the car.

"You too. See ya!" I shout out as I run to the front door of my house.

He honks and drives away down my street as I walk into my house.

"Cason?!" I shout out as I take my shoes off and start for the stairs to her room.

"Cason you in there? I got your shit!" I ask as I knock on her bedroom door.

I open the door to find the room a mess and empty.

"Slob" I whisper out as I cross her room and set the groceries on her bed.

I go across the hallway to my room and lock the door behind me.

"Man... today was one heck of a day." I sigh out as I plop on my bed with my face in my pillow.

My phone starts buzzing from my bag. Grunting in the pillow, I reach for my bag and fumble trying to find my phone.

"I'm coming just shut up!" I finally find my phone and put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

On the other end I hear heavy breathing.

"Is this Sienna? Stop with your goddamn prank calls!" I groan out as I reminisce on Sienna's stupid prank calling days.

I was about to hang up when the person in the other line finally talks.

"No it's......Harry."

"Harry why are you calling this late?" I look at the clock and see that it is almost 11:30.

I hear jagged breathing coming from the other end again.

"Harry what's wrong ?" I question him getting worried about how his breathing is so irregular.

"I'm in front of your house can I.....please come in?"

"Yea okay I'll be right down" I know that I should of told him no but somehow I knew something was wrong.

I ran downstairs straight to the front door. I didn't even realize that it started raining but that is Miami for you.

I look out the window by the door and see him leaning against a pillar with his wet hair covering his face.

"Harry? You oka...."

Before I can finish my sentence,Harry wraps his long arms around me in an embrace. He lays his damp curly hair on my shoulder as his face is buried in my chest.

"Harry?"

"Did you really break up with me......cuz I beat the shit out of Zayn?" he slurs out.

"Harry are you drunk?"

He stays silent as I assume that he is.

"You need to go....it's very late."

"Francis don't avoid the question"