CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Anna’s Point-of-View
“You and Zayn.” He said, smirking.
I swear, I felt my whole body freeze. I wanted to run but it’s like my feet were glued to the ground. My cheeks heated as I tried to avoid Harry’s gaze.
“You two are dating, aren’t you?” I looked up at him, disappoint filled his orbs. I bit my lower lip and shifted uncomfortably.
He sighed, “Since when?”
“Last night.” I mumbled.
His fists clenched, shaking uncontrollably in the process.
“I am planning to tell you, Harry. But I was looking for the perfect timing.” I said, looking up at him.
His fists unclenched as his eyes burned through me, “Do you think that there will ever be a perfect timing for that kind of news?”
I bit on my lower lip harder this time. I think I can taste my blood. I shook my head like a guilty little kid who stole from the cookie jar.
“It’s okay. I won’t put you in a cage… just like you asked me to. Do whatever the fuck you want.” He said through gritted teeth.
And with that he walked passed me and exited the room without saying another word, leaving me gobsmacked. I looked back at the screen and saw Harry running back to the stage.
I sighed as I dropped down on the couch, clutching my chest tight.
I grimaced in pain as I raced to my dressing room for my meds. I literally threw everything that was inside my bag until the little orange container was finally in my hands. The pain getting harder and harder to managed. I practically limped to the table to get a bottle of water. My hands trembled as I struggled to get the lid open.
“God damn it! Open!” as I screamed the last word the lid suddenly decided to open up. I sighed in relief getting a pill and popping it into my mouth then chugging the water bottle down.
I was breathing hard with my hand on the table to support me. I was feeling a bit light headed. Probably it’s the medicine kicking in. I walked to the nearest couch and dropped down, dozing off faster than I thought.
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It’s been exactly two weeks since that night when Harry asked me about Zayn and I. Everything’s fine but… Harry won’t talk to me. He was ignoring me. Some nights when the boys and I would have a night of our own, he’d pass and go out by himself.
It’s absolutely bothering as to why he was avoiding me. I don’t see a reason why he would.
Tonight was another one of my nights with the lads and, surprisingly, he agreed to join in.
“Hey babe.” A husky voice whispered against my neck before kissing it.
I smiled as I turned around to come face-to-face with my boyfriend, “Hello there, Mr Malik.”
He chuckled, “So… Louis told me that we are in charge with the drinks tonight.”
“Mhm. So you better get going and get some.” I winked, pulling him gently away but his grip tightened as he pulled me closer.
“I could get them later. But right now…” he bit his lower lip as he leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips.
“Zayn… I’m… cooking.” I said in between kisses.
“It can wait…” I felt him grab my waist and lifted me up, setting me down on the kitchen island.
I chuckled. I felt his hands go up and down on my thighs then stopping midway as he squeezed them and pulled me closer to his body. My hands found their around his neck. I started messing with his hair, crashing my lips on his a little bit harder this time.
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