Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 11: Tomlinson's in love

Harry's P.O.V.

I escorted the 2 girls out of Kylie's house and out into the street and into our house.

"WHO'S THERE?!" Liam yelled from upstairs. He quickly ran downstairs to see Kylie and Haley. 

"Liam!" Kylie yelled. He grabbed her into a hug, and started sloppy-kissing her neck. She giggled. "I heard that you and Harry are back together, if that's the way you feel." He said. She laughed. Haley awkwardly stood there. 

"KYLIE, DOES OUR RELATIONSHIP MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!" Louis screamed, walking out of the kitchen with a bag of carrots. Kylie laughed some more, as I pulled her back to me, putting my arm around her waist. 

Louis stopped in his tracks when he saw Haley. "Woah. Who is that?!" He yelled-whispered. Kylie took Haley by the arm and led her to the carrotman. Haley chuckled, and blushed. She looked up at Louis all shy. "Louis, this is Haley. Haley, this is LOUEH!" Kylie screeched at the top of her lungs. I laughed, picking her up bridal style. 

She giggled, boy, did I love her laugh. I look over at Louis, who was looking at Haley, with his big eyes. "Hi, babe." He said. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hi." 

"Allow me to say that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met!"

"Thank you! You're not so bad yourself. You actually look even more handsome in person!" Haley answered. Kylie stared at them, and turned back to me. Aw! She whispered to me. 

I chuckled, and carried her over to the couch. I sat down as she was still in my arms. "Want to watch a movie?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. I pecked a strong but gentle kiss on her soft lips before plopping up from the couch. "OOH, CAN WE WATCH THE TITANIC?!" Louis yelled, jumping over the couch with Haley in his arms. She screamed a little as he threw her over his shoulder and ran up to me. "Please tell me we still have the titanic!" Louis said. 

I turned around and looked at Kylie. "Titanic?" I mouthed. She nodded quickly. I looked through the drawer. No titanic. "I think Zayn still has it up in his room." I said. 

I was about to run up and get it, but then remembered he was probably mad at me. For the thing he saw on tv, and he had probably seen all the tweets about Kylie and I dating. 

Before I could say anything, Kylie jumped up from the couch. "I'll go get it!" She didn't give me time to argue, since she was already halfway up the stairs.

Kylie's P.O.V.

"Zayn?" I softly knocked on the door. "Zayn?" I whispered, knocking once more. "What?!" I heard an annoyed voice. 

"Can I come in?" I whispered. I heard nothing else, so decided to go in. In a very messy room, on a very messy bed, was Zayn, under his blankets. His tv was on across the room, dirty clothes were scattered all around the carpet floor, and food was splattered all over his bedside table. He looked over to me, with red eyes. Was he crying? He didn't even look like himself. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair wasn't gelled up in its usual peek and it wasn't even combed.

"What happened in here?" I gasped. He shrugged, and rolled out of bed. He clicked on a remote which turned off his tv. 

"I'm just tired, that's all." He said, walking across the room, slowly bending down to pick up clothes. 

"Tired?" I repeated. It was like 2 in the afternoon. He continued making his way around his room. After having a handful, he made his way to his drawers, which I was standing next to. He keeps his eyes down and away from mine, clearly not wanting to make eye-contact with me. 

"Zayn, what's going on? And don't tell me that you're tired, because I know you, and in this case, I know you're sad." I said, following him. He turned around to face me. Finally. 

"No, Kylie. You obviously don't know me." He said in an angry tone. 

"Wh-what?"

"If you knew me, you would know that I still like you. No, actually. I don't like you. I love you. Okay, Kylie? I love you. I never stopped loving you, even after we broke up. In fact, I couldn't even get you out of my mind. You're all I think about 24/7."

"Zayn, I don't understand. We both agreed to break up."

He looked at me with sad eyes. "So? That doesn't mean I wanted to." He whispered. 

I gulped. Why hadn't he told me before? "But.."

"I know, you're dating Harry now so, I'll try to put it all behind us." He sat on his bed. I sat right next to him. I couldn't help but flashing a smile. "Really?" 

He looked up at me. "Yeah. I don't want to ruin our friendship." 

"Okay. So you wanna go watch a movie with us downstairs, or what?" I asked. His eyes popped out of his head. "I'M BEATING YOU TO IT!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. 

"What?" I asked myself. Zayn dashed out of the room and I heard his loud footsteps racing down the stairs. I giggled. Oh, Zayn. 

Grabbing the Titanic DVD from his table, I made my way out the door. 

When I walked into the living room, I gasped. I dropped the DVD, waiting for the loud smack of it hitting the floor. I was gobsmacked as my funny-but-crazy-Brittish friends often said.

HAHA, cliff-hanger! What do you think Kylie saw?