He's Too Dangerous-Zayn Malik

Chapter Twelve- I'm dying and you're the reason

Yashita's P.O.V

"Hey beautiful.." Harry joked, walking towards me as I walked through the school gates. Of course, everyone just had to stop on stare, even give funny looks. "Ew get a room.." Tuka joked, winking towards us. I told the girls my plan, if I hadn't they would of been mad at me for even looking at Harry. We all laughed, walking towards our first class. Walking through the hallway almost everyone moved out of the way, something I still wasn't use to. Maybe people were moving even more because of Harry? I looked up towards him, seeing a smirk play on his lips as he kept his eyes on something in front of us. I looked up, seeing Zayn standing by his locker, his eyes fixed on Harry. Harry's hands soon found my waist as his smirk began to grow, I kept my eyes on Zayn, watching his face grow with anger. His eyes flickered to me, they were full of guilt. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I watched him turn on his heels, storming off into the other direction. I sighed, realizing this whole plan will make everything worse. "Guys.." I mumbled, pushing them into our first lesson, thank God it was Art, we wouldn't of got away with talking. "I just think this will make Zayn worse.." I mumbled, running my hands through my hair. Harry nodded along, clearly agreeing. "Its just gonna make him more angry..." Harry explained, shaking his head. "But his mum said it'll get to him.." I whispered, preparing myself to draw something useful. 

"You need to corner him Ash, he won't listen to you otherwise.." Harry mumbled, drawing out what looked like a head. I rolled my eyes, sketching the outline of my eye. "Just try Ash please?" Jess pleaded, causing me to frown. "You want this?" I whispered, watching her shrug as she looked at Harry. "I can't believe you're fighting over her yet you're helping her get to him..." she mumbled, walking away from our table, leaving us in the awkward atmosphere. "Harry..." I whispered, watching him slam his pencil down on the table in anger, making everyone look up. "Just drop it Ash!" He snapped, picking up his bag before storming out the class. I sighed, grabbing my bag before running after him. "Harry!" I called down the hallway, watching him slam his fists against the lockers.  I stood in front of him before he took another blow towards the lockers. He lifted his fist, my heart was pounding out of my chest as I thought he was throwing it at me. But I sighed in relief when it hit the locker beside me. I looked up towards him, his face full of anger as his chest moved quickly, making my heart race as I thought of all the things he could of done. 

"Harry calm down please..." I whispered, watching him slide down beside me. He shook his head, cursing to himself. "What if I told you..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I can't.." He sighed, standing up from his place before walking towards the door. "Tell me what harry?" I urged, running after him. He stopped in his tracks, chuckling to himself. "I like you.." He whispered, pushing me against the wall hard, making me whimper in pain. "I can't stop Ash.." He whispered, running his hands down my sides. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out what was happening. "Let her go Styles!" A males voice boomed through the hallways, causing Harry to snap up, giving me enough time to wriggle out of his grip. I looked around to where the voice came from, seeing Zayn standing right behind me. I jumped backwards slightly, falling into harry's chest. I was stuck between the two. "Ash get out the way..." Zayn whispered, sending me a small smile. He looked terrible, he became skinny, and his face was pale. I just nodded, moving behind Zayn. "Back off Malik, you left.." Harry hissed, moving towards Zayn, causing Zayn to push be backwards, away from Harry. "But I'm back now... And guess what? That means she ain't yours!" Zayn spat at Harry, watching him as he shook his head. 

"You don't get it Malik do you? I want, I get." Harry smirked, moving even closer to Zayn, so they were face to face. Zayn just simply shook his head, turning on his heels before walking over to me. "Lets go.." He whispered, taking hold of my hand in his, sending shivers through my body. He rushed outside, dragging me along with him. After all this time he's just gonna fight for me then think its okay? I stood my ground, pulling Zayn to a hault. "Come on Ash.." He pulled my arm, his eyes pleading. I shook my head, chuckling coldly. "You think you can just run in and carry me out after pushing me away?" I whispered, waiting for a reply, when there wasn't one, I continued. "Your poor mother has stuck by you through everything and you managed to push her away too! How many people do you need to push away before you realize how much you're hurting them with your mixed messages!" I shouted, causing him to jump back at my sudden change. anger was boiling through my whole body as I thought of all the times he's messed with my head. "Ash I push people away to stop myself from hurting!" He hissed, moving towards me. I rolled my eyes, feeling myself get even more angry. "You only think about yourself Zayn! You never think about others do you? I'm dying Zayn I'm dying and you're the reason!" I screamed, feeling my whole body shake as I broke down, tears threatening to fall as I watched Zayn stumble backwards.