Zayns POV
I thought to myself, all of the possible explanations of why she could've left, completely annoyed by this girl I didn't even know. I had no intention of speaking to her whatsoever, but apparently she did, because she was sitting down next to me, fidgeting with her shirt.
"So you're a friend of Harry's?" She asked me, looking at the side of my face, completely oblivious to the fact I was annoyed by her presence.
"Yep." I said, staring straight ahead, trying to stand my ground. I'm gonna be mean. I don't care.
She looked back at the ground, feeling the awkward silence seeping in. Then she looked up at Harry, finally catching onto why I was so rude.
"Listen, I never meant for-" she said, looking back at me, and sitting straight up.
"You broke Harry's heart, and he then ended up like this. So, it's your fault. I'm not gonna be friends with someone that made my best friend go anorexic." I said, obviously hitting a soft spot when she turned, so she could face me.
"Look, you don't know why I left Harry. And I didn't mean for this to happen. You don't know me. And you definitely don't know Harry's and mine relationship. So why don't you just bug out?" She said, grabbing her purse and storming out.
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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