IF I TELL YOU THAT I DONT FEEL LIKE FUCKING ABSOLUTE CRAP, ILL BE THE WORST LIAR ON EARTH, IM SO HEARTBROKEN, I FEEL LIKE ZARRY JUST RIPPED ME OFF TO SHREDS, FML, AND THE NI HAVE LIKE AN AWUL HELL OF HOMEWORK AND SHIT TO DO LIKE GOSH WHAT THE HELL THO, OK I LIKE REALLY NEED TO STOP CURSING, OH WAIT, THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN HAHAHA XD
HARRY POV
3 days, 5 hours and 11 minutes
thats how long it has been since i saw zayn, and thats the day he broke up with me, i thought he loved me, he told me he did, he promised me that he would never leave me, but i guess those were all lies too, im at the house zayn bought me a while ago when we last had our argument, but i would soon be leaving anyway, i have college to go too, i still have to pack my stuff from zayn's house, ive tried to go these past 3 days, but i just cant, i dont think seeing zayn's face is gonna make me feel better
3 days, 5 hours, 50 minutes
i got up, fixed myself, and got ready to go to zayn's house once and for all to get this over with,
3 days, 6 hours
i get into the car, starting my drive to zayn's house
3 days, 6 hours, 20 minutes
the front of zayn's house comes into view, and the sight brings tears to my eyes. i drive further into the estate, parking in the driveway, i sigh before getting out of the car, walking up to the house, i entered the huge livivng room and it was just like i left it, clean and tidy, i walked quietly hoping not to catch the attention from zayn,but i guess luck wasnt on my shit today as i heard a voice, a really quiet voice calling my name out in hope
"harry" he whispered
i turned around, and the pain seemed to resurface again,the tears built at the corners of my eyes, and instead of blinking them away like i normally would have, i let it fall this time freely
"harry " he called out again, coming closer to me
i saw the tears making their way out of his face too, and i could tell that just like me, he didnt try to hold it in
"zee" i whispered his name like it was a secret meant t for us two
then the unexpected happened, zayn came charging at me like an a bull, which made me stumble a little, but i quickly regained my composure and my arms immediately flew to his skinny torso, while his arms flew around my neck, we held each other for a couple of minutes before he pulled away
"im sorry" he whispered, "that wasnt supposed to happen" he added
i nodded my head, not being able to form words at that very moment, "yeah" i whispered, while shuffling my feet, itr was quiet for a minute before zayn finally broke the silence
"so you um, wanna come in for a minute for so, i uh, i have tea" he spoke up, his voice wavering
i nodded hesistantly, "yea" i whispered,
he nooded and led me to the kitchen, motioning at the stool for me to take a sit, i did and waited for the tea to be done, it was kinda awkward right now
"so........" i spoke up trying to clear the awkward tension
"so" he replied
"zayn, can we stop" i asked, gettin a bit tense at the awkward moment
"stop what?" he asked
"being awkward" i answered, looking up at him
"oh" he whispered
"yea" i whispered back
"well, while the tea is getting ready, you can go pack your stuff, ill help you if you want" he suggested
"um yea sure" i replied
we walked up the stairs into our room, or should i say zayn's rooom since i dont live here anymore, i sighed before turning the doorknob to open the door, and i gasped at the sight, it was horrible, all of zayn's stuff was at the floor, the bed had blood stains all over it, and imentally gagged at the sight, but the worst thing was that, im the one who did all of this, i turned around but i didnt see zayn, i noticed he was outside the door
"zayn" i called out
"yea" he answered
i went outside and i saw him shaking
"are you ok" i asked
he nooded, but then stopped halfway before shaking his head as to indicate no
"i just cant go in there" he whispered shakily
i nodded, the guilt just adding more to my conscience "zayn im so fucking sorry" i cried out
he just looked at me, not saying a word, i looked back at him with pleading eyes, begging for him to say just one thing,a nod would even be appreciated right now, but still i got nothing
"im uh gonnna go downstairs, to uh check on the tea" he spoke up finally in a whisper
i nodded before heading back to the room,, cringing at the sight, i rushed my stuff into my bags, trying to get away from this haunting room, when i was done, irushed downstairs, i saw zayn, he was pouring the tea into the cup, when he saw me he handed me my tea
he cleared his throat and put a smile on his face, but i knew that it was forced
"so how have you been" he asked smiling that fake smile
"hurt, shattered, broken, guilty, torn, changed, oh and did i mention dead" i replied glumly
he frowned before muttering a "you deserve it" under his breath
"what did you say? i asked, even though i heard him all right
"nothing" he replied
" you said i deserve it" i replied raising my voice a little
"well you did" he mumbled
"oh well i have aplogized, begged and done evrything i can" i shouted
he didnt say anthing after that,he just went to the stove turned the water off, and then went straight upstairs, but not before whispering a very quiet "im sure you can find your way out"
i nodded, before turning my direction to the door, stepping out to feel the warm summer breeze on my skin
"ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY" i yelled to the sky
"EVERY FUCKING LITTLE THING THAT IVE EVER WANTED, YOU HAVE TAKEN IT FROM ME, AND NOW ZAYN, WHY!!!!!", "just why" i whispered the last part, when i got no reply i sighed and kept walking, when i got to the car, i turned around and then i saw zayn, he was lookimg at me through his window, and i dont know if it's my mind playong tricks on me, but i swear i heard him say
"fight"
i dont know what that meant, but now if there's one thing im gonna do,
ITS FIGHT
A/N OK I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THIS CHAPTER WASABOUT, I JUST WROTE THIS SHIT AT MIDNIGHT, SORRY, ITLL BE BETTER NEXT CHAP, I PROMISE
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