To Reach

Chapter Fourteen: Rain

“Oh, Harry, we have to talk about something.” Zayn called as he entered his private gym in search of Harry.

“Punching bag.” Harry called back as the sounds of his fists beating the bag echoed out.

            Zayn looked to the right and found Harry with his boxing gloves on punching the heavy bag. The poor bag was in for a beating today since it had been over four hours since Sabella had went to Niall’s and the tension it caused within Harry was substantial. Zayn knew what Harry was thinking and it saddened him. This situation just needed to play out and land in whoever’s favor but Sabella needed to make the choice and stick with it and let the other be free.

“So, Harry, Arabella wants a transfer from Glasgow to here.” Zayn began, stepping closer as Harry threw one last jab.

“She does, does she? That sounds fine. We could use some more females for Sabella and just upper ranks here in London.” Harry responded, shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s great, I’ll tell her. Harry, mate, if you want to talk I’m here. You’ve been at this for an hour and a half, think it’s time to lay off.” Zayn replied, calmly as to not anger Harry.

“I just- how? What am I supposed to do, Zayn? I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.” Harry confessed, tortured green, blue eyes focusing on brown ones.

“Harry, you are strong and we don’t know what’s going on but we’ll take it as it comes. Sabella loves you, we all know this. I think you need to make a stand and give her all the reason to stay.” Zayn responded as he took in how hurt Harry looked.

“Niall, you should really talk to them. I’m headed back to Zayn’s and I think you should talk to them.” Sabella sighed, tugging on her shoes.

“Oh, yes, because they were so glad to see me. Tell me, Sabella, are you going to tell Harry how I fucked you on my couch?” Niall snidely remarked.

“You’re being a fucking dick, Niall James Horan, and I won’t put up with it. Yes, I’m going to tell Harry that in a moment of my weakness I gave in to my love for you and your need for me.” Sabella snapped back, throwing the front door open and storming towards the Aston Martin.

            Niall groaned and followed Sabella out. He knew she was right, royal jack ass is what he was acting like. He really did need to speak with Harry, Zayn, and Liam. He missed them but he had missed Harry the most and that was who he needed to converse with first. Just as he reached Sabella she whipped around to face him.

“You need to apologize to them, Harry especially.” Sabella growled at him.

“I’m going, I’m going. I know I fucked up and now I need to own up.” Niall sighed in defeat, walking towards his Range Rover.

“She hasn’t been back?” Liam asked, walking into the kitchen to find Harry and Zayn eating pasta.

“Nope.” Zayn shrugged, shaking his head at Liam to signal to leave the topic alone.

“I’m home!” Sabella called, jogging into the kitchen and launching herself at Harry.

“Jesus, Sabella!” Harry exclaimed, barely catching her as she crashed into him.

            Sabella kissed all over his face and nuzzled his cheek. She was feeling guilty and couldn’t help but shower him with physical affection. He didn’t deserve what she had done; he was good to her and always was there for her. She felt him hold her close as if he was saying goodbye.

“I need to talk to you alone, Harry.” Sabella mumbled, face against his neck.

            Zayn and Liam watched the scene unfold as Niall walked into the kitchen quietly. Zayn’s eyes snapped to the shadow behind Liam as Niall stepped into the light. Zayn felt his annoyance and anger bubble up inside of him. Niall just thought he could waltz right in and everything would be alright?