Brave || Zerrie AU

Air

"So, what's been going on with you Perrie?" Harry asks me while we walk down the deserted park. It gave me chills being here but then again, it looks the most beautiful when no one is around. It's peaceful. I think about how to answer his question.

Do I lie and say I'm fine? That's what I've been doing with everyone else. But one look into his eyes and I know I can't. Something inside me stirs and I can't bring myself to lie anymore.

"I've been living the worst time of my life," I sigh. "Everything I knew was ripped from under me and I'm struggling to get back on my feet. I don't know who I am anymore Harry."

We find a bench near a big oak tree and sit on it. The coldness of the metal bench makes contact with the back of my thigh, sending me shivers. Harry seems to notice and offers me his jacket but I refuse.

"What happened? With Zayn. I heard so many rumors in London and I didn't know if I should believe them."

I stare past him into the sky, trying to myself. "He ended our four year relationship over a stupid text message." I begin to say, " I hated him for it so much. He was such a coward that he could't face me and tell me in person. I didn't know what to do, Harry. Everything caught me by suprise. I mean, yes we were having problems but I didn't think that's why he would end things with me."

Harry's eyebrow come together in confusion. "You guys were having problems?" He asks.

I stare deeply into his green eyes,"He found out about Paris." Is all I say.

His eyes grow big and his lips part in shock. Harry looks at me but then tries to look everywhere else. "How?"

"I told him."

His eyes return to me, curiosity behind them. "Why?"

"I didn't want to have anymore secrets with him."

"Is that why he ended the engagement? Because of me?" Harry says while he plays with his fingers. His posture changes and I can see he needs me to answer. But if I'm being honest I don't even know.

"I don't know, Harry. He never gave me an explanation. But I think he's okay now; I mean he already found someone else." A too familiar pressure comes back to my chest and I fight the urge to cry. I don't want to cry anymore.