Harry's POV
I ran down the empty corridors with tears pouring down my face, how could he do this to me? After everything that had happened. I pushed the doors open and ignored the receptionists calls, wiping my tears away I ran straight off the school grounds and turned a few corners. I dropped to the floor and my head fell into my arms, I couldn't stop crying, it was physically impossible. I hiccupped at how much I had been crying and hoped I wasn't sick, my heart was aching so much. It felt like it had been stabbed multiple times by a sharp dagger, it hurt so much. My body felt like it couldn't cope, I just sat wailing, hoping that everybody who passed would ignore me. I don't know whether I was more hurt or angry, he'd lead me on and made me believe that we actually had something. I felt the connection between us, there were multiple times we were closer than we should have been but neither of us cared. We both wanted to spend time with each other and we both knew that, however something suddenly became different. He hurt me, he shattered my heart into a thousand pieces and expected me to be alright with it and carry on acting like his little show boy. There was no way that I was carrying on as Danny, whether it would get me into a good college or not. I couldn't face him for definite now, he'd broken my heart one too many times. Niall warned me that I shouldn't get too close to him but I ignored him, I carried on acting foolish and completely ruined my life. I wiped my tears and looked up, my eyes were a blurry mess but there were two figures stood in front of me. I heard them laughing to themselves and giggling, just great.
"Well look at you, you little puff. Sitting on the floor crying, I'll give you something to cry about." I closed my eyes and winced, waiting for either a foot or fist to connect with me. However I heard a yelp and a thud, I shot up and wiped my eyes so I could see. On the floor in front of me was the friend of the boy who had threatened me, he was curled up in a ball protecting himself. I looked to the side of me to find the other boy pinned up against the wall, my eyes widened when I saw who by. Zayn. He was gripping his collar and yelling at him, the boys feet weren't touching the floor and the veins on Zayn's neck were ready to pop out of his skin. He threw the boy to the side and they both scrambled away, I couldn't believe what was happening. I was shocked to see Zayn offering me a hand, I reluctantly took it and he helped me to my feet. I stayed still, stiffening my body in case he attacked me. However his touch seemed... nice? He had his hand on my lower back and was staring at me.
"Harry?" I looked to him and frowned,
"Are you okay?" Those three words set me off again, the tears began falling and I broke down right in front of him. Instead of pushing me away and insulting me, he pulled me into him and rubbed my back softly. I couldn't have been more confused, why was he being nice to me? After a few minutes of blubbering I pulled away,
"Come on, we'll go get a coffee." Zayn said, leading me to his car. Thousands of scary thoughts were flying through my head, was he going to take me somewhere and beat me up? Was he going to throw me in his boot and leave me to rot?
"Hey," Zayn said, placing a hand on my leg. I jumped at his touch but he smiled at me instead,
"Why so jumpy?" I shook my head and looked out the window, making eye contact with Zayn was the last thing I wanted to do. He removed his hand and started up the car, as we pulled out of the driving bay I wanted to die right there. Louis was stood right by his car staring at us, watching my arch enemy drive me away in his fancy car. He looked angry but hurt at the same time, all of this was his stupid fault. He was the person that told me we could work things out and that he didn't regret anything we did, he made me feel like I had a something to live for. But then he ripped that away, breaking my heart into two and talking words that made me feel like complete and utter crap.
I decided to ignore my thoughts of Louis and focus on what was happening now, why was Zayn being so nice to me? Usually he'd be joining in with the boys and beating me until I was black and blue. Yet here he was driving me to a local coffee shop, offering me comfort and support. As soon as we pulled up I felt right out of my comfort zone, the coffee shop looked elegant on both the outside and inside. Zayn was dressed casually and fitted in nicely with the atmosphere of the shop, I on the other hand was in a pair of black skinny jeans and Louis' baggy jumper. I so badly wanted to rip it off right there and then and burn it, just to show that he had no meaning to me, but I knew I would be lying to myself. He still meant everything to me and as much as I hated him, I still loved him.
"You coming inside?" Zayn questioned as he held the door open, I nodded and slowly entered. All eyes landed on me and I suddenly felt more insecure, my hair was wrecked and my eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. I immediately regretted agreeing to this. Zayn told the waitress our orders and we took a seat in the corner of the shop so we were out of the way and people couldn't see us. Zayn sat opposite me drumming his fingers on the table as he scrolled through his phone, he soon slid it away and looked up at me, adjusting his leather jacket that was sat nicely on his broad shoulders.
"So are you going to tell me why you were crying?" He asked, shuffling closer. I shook my head, what was I supposed to say? I was having a secret relationship with my teacher but he blew me off so now I hate him?
"Please Harry, it hurt me seeing you that upset..." I looked up and furrowed my brows together, it hurt him? He was used to making me that upset, what had changed?
"I know you're confused but I regret some of the things I have done to you, making you cry used to be fun but now I feel different. I had to stop those guys from beating you up otherwise I wouldn't have been able to control myself, as soon as I saw him go to throw a punch at you I took him straight down. I saw how unfair it was, having somebody torture you for silly little reasons, then it hit me. Everything I had been doing to you was sickening, the amount of times I'd physically abused you, or verbally abused you. It upset me, you hadn't actually done anything to deserve it. So I want you to forgive me Harry, I know I've been your worst nightmare but I regret it so much. I just want to be friends with you." He took my hand in his and I didn't know how to respond, part of me wanted to pull away and shout at him for all the mean things he had done to me. However the other part of me wanted to accept his apology and open up to him, which I was yet wasn't going to do.
"I suppose I'll forgive you, you haven't attacked me in a while and I'm thankful for that. When you saved me from those guys I honestly didn't know how to respond, I was scared. Scared that you were going to beat me up and have all the fun instead of them." I looked up at Zayn and he was biting his lip, my eyes widened when I saw his eyes glistening slightly with tears. How had I made him cry?
"Look Harry I'm so sorry for whatever damage I've ever caused to you, I hate myself for it. Seeing you cry today really upset me and I just wanted to scoop you up in my arms and help you, I didn't want you to cry. Those guys were idiots and were only picking on you because you looked vulnerable, that's why I stepped in. I understand if you don't want to tell me why you were crying, but can you at least tell me you're going to be okay?" I swallowed before nodding,
"I'd just had an argument with somebody who I thought I loved, things had all of a sudden gone downhill and I didn't know what to do. Crying seemed like my only option so I just gave in and sobbed to my hearts content. Then when you saved me I felt a bit more protected, but it still scared me." He tightened the grip on my hand,
"Well don't be scared anymore, I'll protect you from these people. If anybody tries to hurt you, come straight to me and I will sort them out. And that person who you argued with, they don't know what they're missing."
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