closer // harry styles

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

I glided the sharp blade across my wrist slowly, taking in the pain. It's surprising I hadn't done this sooner, with everything that's going on with Alex recently and Harry's rudeness, and my parents death. The warm liquid starting come out of my wrist, and I slid down the wall, throwing the razor across the room and screaming. There was a loud, quick knock on the door.

"Ariana?" The familiar voice of Zayn asked.

"Go away." I said.

"Let me come in." He begged.

"I don't think you want to." I cried.

"Aw, you're gonna make me cry. Please love, let me in." He insisted. I slowly opened the door, standing up quickly.

"Ariana what-" He stopped talking when he saw my wrist.

"Ariana!" He yelled and I thought he was mad. Although when I looked in his eyes, all I saw was sorrow and pure sadness.

"Why are you doing this?" He quietly asked.

"Because of everything." I admitted. "Alex, Harry, my parents. The letter and how Alex snuck into my room last-" I stopped talking once I realized what I had said.

"What? What letter? He came in your room?" Zayn asked, swiping a tear off of my cheek.

"Um..." I started to cry again. "Alex came into my room last night while I was with Harry and left a letter from my dad on my bed. I-I don't know how he got it, or why he had it but..." I explained and he just kept looking at me.

"Or why he came into our house last night." Zayn said.

"Your house." I said.

"Huh?"

"I think I should leave." I said, standing up and getting a band-aid.

"What? Ariana, you can't just leave." He said.

"I'm sorry Zayn, but I have to." I said.

"Please don't leave." He said.

"Why not? No one wants me here." I said, walking out and getting my suitcase.

"I do. We all do. Even Harry. Harry really likes you, we can all tell it in his eyes. We don't know what's wrong with him, we think he's afraid to admit it. We aren't sure why he won't tell you how he feels. One minute he's fine and basically in love and then the next he 'doesn't care' about you." Zayn finished, shrugging.

"Well I don't wanna be one of those girls." I said, not starting to pack quite yet.

"What girls?" Zayn asked.

"Those girls that wait around on their asses for the guy to make up his mind! I'm not gonna wait for Harry to grow a pair and come to me, but I'm not gonna go to him, either. So if he really likes me, he needs to win me over. But I'm not gonna sit around, waiting. I'm gonna move on, and try to forget everything." I explained.

"Fine. It'll be Harry's loss. But please don't leave."

"Fine I won't today." I said, putting away my suitcase.

"Good. Is this the letter?" Zayn asked, walking over to my dresser and picking up the letter from my dad.

"Yeah... you can read it if you want." I said.

"You sure?"

"I trust you." I said and Zayn quietly opened it and read over the letter. A few minutes later, he spoke up.

"Well, he was right." Zayn said.

"About what?" I asked.

"You're a beautiful girl. And anyone would be lucky to have you." He smiled and I blushed. "I think Harry would be the luckiest. Give him a chance." Zayn said.