Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Eighteen

Part Eighteen

I sit at the table, completely uncomfortable with Zayn staring at me. I grip the tea tightly in my hands and he smiles.

"So, you have nothing to tell me? Not one thing about Harry?"

I shake my head and watch him stand up. I keep my gaze diverted towards the mug, watching the tea soak with the packet. The steam hits my nose and I inhale, feeling a slight relief on my senses. A large hand presses to my wrist and pulls me up, causing my tea to spill over the table.

"You know that I am not letting you leave until you tell me why he left us, completely leaving our fight group to the dust. He makes me angry and if I don't find out, then you will be in trouble."

I gulp and he stares into my eyes. I feel every feeling leave my body except for pure fear. I am so scared.

"Now sit here and I will be back later."

He pushes me back in the chair and I watch him stalk away, my anger and fear building in my stomach. I look at the wet, tea-spilled table and feel bad I can't clean it up. My hands pick up the mug, placing the cup back up on the table, and then slumping into the wooden chair in the kitchen.

As I sit, I look around, the whole house having a dark, eerie feel. I hate it. My eyes wander around the room, but my curious eyes dart to a picture on the wall opposite of me. I look around and stand up, carefully and quietly walking over to the picture. The feeling of confusion rushes through my mind, staring at a picture of a wedding.

Zayn's wedding.

The smile on his face is clear happiness and the stunning blonde in the white dress looks beautiful. They look happy and in love.

"Beth," a female voice calls. I turn and see Eleanor looking at me. She notices my staring at the picture and grabs my hand.

"He was married two years ago. That's one of the main reasons he's the way he is, she's gone. She was taken and killed by his best friend and he went from depressed to angry and then to a point where he killed the guy himself. He saw her in you and wants to start over."

"Me? He saw that beautiful girl in me? Besides, you could be lying."

I sigh and she pulls me to her, her eyes staring straight into mine. The soft brown color shows so much innocence and care, I almost have to believe her.

"He writes and draws Beth. He writes about you and draws you because he feels a connection to you. He likes you. Plus Louis told me that Zayn likes you and you should believe me. I won't feed you lies like these guys."

I nod and she smiles. "Just give him a chance. Not a relationship, but talk to him. Don't give the boy a cold shoulder."

I agree and she leaves, my feet carrying me back to the table. I sit down and stare at the mess I created a while ago, the feeling of guilt settling in.

Harry.

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Harry.

I walk up the stairs to Beth's building, my smile never leaving my lips. I want to see her so bad, the fact that I saw her this morning seems to slip my mind. It's all about her. My feet turn to her hallway but I feel my heart drop, all emotion from my face falling. I see her bag thrown across the floor, her door slightly open. I run to the bag, her phone and wallet still in it; her door has her keys in the lock and I walk in.