Broken // Zayn

Chapter Seventeen

17:

{Zayn's POV}

I paced around my bedroom. She was definitely still mad at me. She had been avoiding me all day, staying in her room on her new phone. I could tell that she desperately wanted to say something but she was mad. I bumped into her when she wanted to go to the bathroom. "U-uh--" She stuttered, looking at me.

"My fault, sorry." I told her and then she gave me this small smiley look and walked around me. She went to her room after that.

I sat down on the bed thought to myself, why did I even read her diary like that? That was stupid of me and she was completely right about everything she said. It was invading and rude and I understood why she was mad at me. I didn't blame her.

I heard a knock on the door and Harry opened up. "Oh, hey. Finally woke up." I let him in and he looked very tired. It was like three o'clock in the afternoon.

"I hardly remember anything after nine. Who brought the alcohol?" He rubbed his head. It was a dumb move to bring that, I could tell how scared Holly was. Then people started inviting strangers, to her, and that made her even more apprehensive. "I talked to Hollister earlier." Harry stated and I looked over at him.

"What'd she say?"

"That she is slightly embarrassed and upset." He nodded. Embarrassed? There was nothing to be embarrassed about. We don't think of her differently now. "You read like all her thoughts about everything and then told us. Not about her parents."

"Is there a way to say this to me without making me feel bad?"

"Sorry. The point is, she's not mad at you. Well, that's what she told me. She said she's just very like disappointed and didn't expect that from someone like you. It was very uncalled for." Harry said to me.

Oh, great. I hated having people disappointed in me. That was worse than having someone mad at me. "Great." I sighed, laying back on my bed. "Should I talk to her or should I wait until she cools down?" I wanted to talk to her so bad.

"I think you should give her until like tomorrow, maybe. Anyways, I'm about to head on out." Harry walked towards the door. "I'll see you at the premiere, mate." The movie premiere was in a couple of days, the American one. The England one was near the end of August.

"Okay, see you later." I waved at him and stood up. I went to go get a drink and I heard someone going down the steps. She stopped when she saw me standing there in the kitchen near the sink. "Hey."

"Hi." Holly avoided eye contact and went around me. She got a glass and went towards the fridge to get a glass of water. I kept my eyes on her and then she turned around. I adverted my eyes quickly. "Uh...thank you. For the phone, Zayn, really." she gave me a small smile. "You really didn't have to but thank you so much." She brought the cup to her lips and turned away to the stairs.

"You're welcome!" I called after her, smiling. The rest of the day was spent with me in my room and her in her's.

{Holly's POV}

"You thought, heh, you actually thought that you could run away to England and get away with it?" Dad laughed at me. I cowered in the corner, unsure of what to do. I couldn't run; he'd get me even faster that way. It was better just standing there, listening to him harass me.

"I-I'm nineteen now, basically an adult. I don't listen to you guys anymore." I spoke up, catching both my mom and my dad's attention. They laughed. "What?"

"Just because you're 'basically and adult' means nothing to us." Mom took a long sip of her beer, "I made you, Hun. I brought you here into this world, I'll take you right back out if I have to." She took a step towards me and I had no more room to back up. "Not as confident as your mouth, huh?"