"You... you love me?" I questioned him.
I knew I should've left. But when he said that he loved me, it made my heart race.
He walked over to me, "I love you, (y/n)."
"Why did you hurt me?" I whispered as my eyes watered.
"It was a dumb bet. After Zayn met you when we were at Liam's flat, he came up with it. I just didn't want him to hurt you, so I told you to stay away from him." Harry explained.
"So in order for Zayn not to hurt me, you did?" I asked sarcastically.
He reached down and grabbed my hand, "No, I developed feelings for you. Real and strong feelings. I should've told you what was going on, but I was scared you would leave me. It was dumb of me and I regret it everyday."
"Are you just saying this because I'm leaving?" I questioned.
"Of course not! I wouldn't just say that I love you because I don't want you to go. I truly mean it. I want you to be mine again. These last few days without you have been hell." He said.
I looked down, "I don't know if I could trust you again. Finding out about the bet made me feel like everything was a lie."
He placed his hand under my chin and made me look up at him, "I'm going to win back your trust."
His confidence was cute. But was I ready for this again? Would I be dumb to forgive him?
"I don't know, Harry." I whispered. I heard a door open nearby and footsteps.
"Looks like you really won." It was Zayn. I got angry all over again.
"Zayn, get out of here." Harry warned him.
Zayn chuckled, "you'll have to teach me your ways, master. You can make any girl forgive you just like that."
What happened next was blurry. Harry charged at Zayn and they fell to the ground.
Harry punched Zayn right in his left eye and I just stood there in shock.
I knew this was going to happen.
I ran to Louis' flat and banged on it until he opened it.
"What is going on?" He asked me.
I pointed down the hallway, "Stop them!"
Louis and Niall rushed out of the flat and ran to stop Harry and Zayn from fighting.
Louis pulled Harry off of Zayn. Zayn stayed on the ground and I saw his top lip was busted and his left eye was starting to swell.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked Harry.
He looked at me like I was the one that attacked Zayn, "I was defending you!"
"I didn't ask for defending!" I yelled back. Harry didn't like what I said and he left. I turned my attention to Zayn. He looked terrible.
I couldn't feel sorry for him though. He brought all of this onto himself.
