Zayns POV
So this is the famous Juliet, huh.
I thought to myself, completely annoyed by this girl I didn't even know. She had broken Harry's heart, and made him end up like this. I was upset with her for the fact she had completely ruined my best friend. I mean, look, he was in the hospital!
Once I had listened to the doctor, I sat down, and just stared at Harry, thinking about all of this. I had never really like Juliet. I had always been hesitant towards her, even though I never met her. Harry always talked to me about her, how he was in love, how he was gonna propose and all of this crap. But lately, he's been broken, ready to just give up.
After staring at him for quite some time, I looked at Juliet. She was crying, holding Harry's hand, her body shaking from tears. She looked up at Harry, for just a quick glance, then sobbed even more into the bed. For a second, my eyes softened from pity, but remembering why we were here, my glare hardened.
Maybe she really did love him? If something happened to Perrie, I would resemble Juliet. But if she did love him, why would she leave him?
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Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing
PoetryCollection of poems written in grief, with a tale of how a couple torn apart by fear can find their way back to each other. All poems are mine! © brokenflowerss
