Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-one

For an argument at this time has brought nothing but irritation for me. The earlier the worser. Especially when sleep was impossible for me at this time.

I woke up once I was rudely awaken by his anger evident with the tone of his voice. I wanted to push him off of the bed but if I did just that, I'm not sure I would enjoy his reaction towards my action, and so I ignored him as I stayed still, my arms on each side as I breathed trough the gape of my parted lips.

"Did you get a call from him last night?" The familiar voice encouraging me to curiously listen on. 

It was Zayn.

"What does it matter to you?" Harry retaliated, not sounding pleased about it at all.

"Listen, mate. I'm sorry but I can't have you back in the club. Your going to get yourself in trouble." Zayn spoke, quietly as if he was avoiding something in that matter. 

"This is becoming an obsession and an issue, Harry"

"You better unlock us before I do something I might not regret, mate" Harry hissed as I froze. My eyes fluttering open as I stared off at the bright sun hitting the window trough the room. The light blinding me as I squeezed my eyes shut avoiding the sun light. 

What the hell, where they arguing about?

As I tried to push myself up from the bed with my right hand, I suddenly felt like my wrist was being tugged towards Harry in a very uncomfortable manner, something cold and familiar was wrapped around my wrist as my eyes widen at the realization. 

Oh, god. No, no, no.

It suddenly hit me, it was the same feeling I had the first time I came in Harry's home against my will. It was strange and very irritating knowing I was back at the begin, which I dreaded.

I fluttered my eyelids slowly, my eyes blinded by the lights as I adjusted to the light. My eyes narrowed up at Zayn who was standing on the foot of my bed. His arms firmly crossed over his chest as he smirked down at Harry who was now growing irritated beside me as he tugged on my wrist.

Why the hell was he tugging at my wrist so harshly for?

My head lowered to my wrist as my eyes grew wider at the sight. A sudden gasped escaped my lips, getting their attention. I thought I would have been done being held by those restriction. My right wrist was handcuffed to Harry's left one. 

Why the hell were we handcuffed?

I glanced up at them both as they argued, Zayn was smirking down at Harry amusedly as Harry was, well not amused one bit. "What's going on?" I softly spoke as I sat up next to Harry, my gaze fixated on Harry who's eyes were fixated on Zayn angrily.

"Zayn handcuffed us together" Harry muttered under his breath, his gaze never leaving Zayn.

Well no shit, Sherlock.

I slowly glanced up at Zayn giving him a questioning look. "Explain to me why am I suddenly handcuffed to him?" I hissed at him my eyes on him as he glanced down at me apologetically, the room turned silent around us as Harry and I stared up at Zayn, stupidly.

"I knew you weren't going to help him. I knew you wouldn't be willing to. But I won't take no for an answer, Milly. And so I'm willing to help you, both." Zayn revealed as I froze, feeling Harry beside me stiffen.

Oh, my god, Zayn wasn't going to let this one go. I couldn't help him. I refuse to help him find something nonexistent. I refuse to show Harry love, I refuse to get hurt and I refuse to fall deeper in his dark games.