Emotionless Love (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Harry P.O.V

"Hmmm?" I moaned out as I tried to turn on my side, but something heavy was laying on my chest.

I quickly open my eyes and look around the room. The sun was just

waking up, when I peered out the window next to the bed.

I don't have a window by my bed...do I ?

I look around the bedroom and see a closet parallel to me, next to it a desk, a TV right below, and a bedside table by my head.

Where the fuck am I? But it somehow looks familiar.

I hear a grumbling coming from my stomach area, and when I look down, I seen Francis sleeping on me.

"Francis?"

She grumbles again and rolls off me to her side of the bed. I was about to wake her, but decide against it. I suddenly hear a buzzing noise from a phone, but its definitely not mine.

I look at the beside table and find the source of the noise. When I pick it up is says:" one new message", on the front. I click on the message.

Hey Francis it's me Zayn. Last night was fun and I am sorry for what happened between you and Harry. If you ever want to talk about it we can. Here's my number: (305) 889-2341.

"What? Why would she have this prick's number and what the hell is he talking about what happened between Francis and I......."  Before I have time to realize what I did, I erased the message from her inbox.

It finally hits me, and hard. Last night, I remember going to Louis 's party, then seeing Francis, beat the shit out of Zayn, for both taking her to such a party and just because he's a dick, saw Fran cry for the first time, and we......broke up.

"But if we broke up why am I here in her house?" I asked, whispering to myself in the silent room.

I then remember what happened after we broke up......

Flashback

After crying for a few minutes like a fucking wimp, I finally get up and head downstairs. I look around to see if I could find Francis, but with the amount of people at this party, it would be nearly impossible.

"Hey mate where you going?" asked a person with a conspicuous thick Irish accent and highlighted blonde hair.

"Home maybe" I told him as I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking if I would actually go home.

"Come on Harry....the party just started and Zayn is here....." He stopped when he realized saying that Zayn was here was a no-no for me.

"I don't give two fucks about his ass, okay?! So move out my way Niall!" I yelled out in his face.

People within a 5 foot radius, who heard the whole thing, stared at me with amused eyes.

"What the fuck do you shitheads want?" I asked the snickering crowd around me, with crazy eyes.

They all looked away, and went back to talking and dancing.I bump past Niall and headed for the back door. Once outside, the warm September air hit my face, removing my curls from my forehead.

I ran through the back yard and make my way to the front of the house to get to my car. When I find my car parked about a block away from the party, I hop in and drive away.

"Why did I accept the break up? I should have fought to keep her and be more convincing with my argument" I tell myself as I aimlessly drive down Biscayne.