Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 23: Torn

The flashes made it hard for me to see. What is this? Papparazzi. They were everywhere. How did they know I was here? But most of all, why were they even here? Did they think Harry was with me?

But no one brought up Harry. For once, it was just about me. And I wasn't sure if I could handle it without my friends being there by my side.

As I made my way to the parking lot, I remembered I didn't have the key. "Shit." I said to myself. 

A few guys had followed me out here, taking pictures of me as I walked. They would yell out jokes and questions, and I just laughed. "What's wrong Kylie?" One of them asked in a Hispanic accent.

I turned around, and faced them. "I don't have the keys. Or my phone."  I slapped my sides with my hands, bored. 

"Here, you can use my phone." One of them put their iPhone out to me. I smiled, and took it. I quickly dialed Zayn's number. It was the first number that came to my head. I don't know why, it just did. 

I brought the cell up to my ear. "Hey, it's Kylie. Can you come pick me up, Haley left with the car keys." 

The men snickered, still taking pictures. "Sure thing, babe." Zayn answered

"Thanks. I'm in the parking lot."

"Alright."

I hung up, and gave it back to the guys. "So you wanna answer some questions for us?" The men asked.

No, I told myself. I cannot tell them anything. I know what they do. Their bosses edit everything so it makes me look unprofessional and troubled. "Sure." I sigh. I had nothing to do, anyway. They all screamed out things, but I couldn't understand. 

"Kylie, Kylie! What happened to Haley?" 

"Haley tripped over a chord and had to go to the hospital."

"Will you be at any upcoming red carpets or events?"  Another one asked.

I shrugged. "You might." I snickered, and saw a car drive down the lot. I smiled when I saw the driver. The headlights turned to the papparazi, causing them to look away. I took this opportunity to run and jump in the car, so the men wouldn't see the driver.

If they did, 'Zayn coming to Kylie's rescue?! WHAT ABOUT HARRY?' I pictures tomorrow morning's healines in the tabloids. We sped down the lot, and I buckled my seatbelt. I looked over and saw Zayn grinning at me. 

"What?" 

"Nothing!" He shrugged, still smirking. 

"Zayn! Why the grin on your face?" I playfully hit his shoulder, laughing. He chuckled and turned to the road. 

His mercedes continued driving down the street. I put my knees up on the seat and hugged them to my chest, my arms wrapping around my legs. 

He placed his hand on my knee, the other hand on the wheel. I quickly shivered as his cold hand touched my flesh. "Zayn.." I slowly whispered, wiping his hand away. I looked over to him, and his head looked down, looking all sad. 

"I know."

"No, Zayn. You obviously don't know. I like Harry. He's my boyfriend now."

"I do know Kylie!" He yelled. I jumped at his tone. 

I could tell he regreted it, because he scrunched his eyebrows and turned his gaze back to the road. 

"I just don't want it to be real." He whispered. I looked at him confused. 

"Don't want what to be real?"

"You know what? Never mind, forget it."

That's when I was sad. Did he feel like he couldn't tell me? He could tell me anything, he knows that. He knows I'd keep it a secret. The weather reflected my emotions. The sun hid through clouds, as droplets of rain fell from the sky. 

The rain kept on coming down harder, and harder. And I could tell Zayn's attention wasn't on the road at all. He looked out his window, and I felt the car move. I looked up, and we were on the opposite lane. All I could see was the rain falling on the street, and opposite cars heading straight towards us. 

"ZAYN!" I screeched. He looked and jerked the car back on our lane. I looked at him, scared. "What the hell, Zayn?!" I screamed. He now had all his attention on the road. 

We pulled in the driveway of my house, and I huffed. He opened his car door and tried to walk me in but I slammed the door behind me. 

I pressed my back against the front door, and slid down. My butt hit the floor, and I buried my face in my hands. "I'm sorry." I heard Zayn whisper from the other side of the door. Tears streamed down my face. I heard a door slam, and a car pull out of the drive way. He was gone. It was all over.

Then why was I crying? I didn't have feelings for Zayn, not even the slightest bit. I liked Harry. I really liked him. I ran upstairs to my room and took the my car keys. I locked my house door behind me, opened the gate and ran for my car. 

Next stop, the hospital.