Catch me if you can [NARRY AU]

Chapter thirty-nine

I felt a pair of arms around me, pulling me up and pushing me in a strong builded chest. I couldn't see who it was, my vision was too blurry due to the tears. The tears Niall had cost me. I still couldn't believe what he said to me, that he didn't love me, he never did. I just couldn't believe it. The sweet words, the childish banter, the intimate moments, this whole search for him. Something just was wrong. Why would he do this, just to make me feel like I didn't matter? Why would he give up everything to hurt one person to the bone? That was sick. And Niall was sick, at least I still believed that. Something made him say that, I was sure. I heard a voice mumble in my ear, and I didn't pay attention to it until now.

"Ssh, Haz, ssh." Liam. He didn't even know what was going on, yet he comforted me. Liam was the best. Unfortunately, he wasn't the one I wanted to talk to right now.

"Z-Zayn," I said, but Liam kept hushing me.

"No, it's Liam, ssh." He said. Well no shit. I shook my head.

"N-No, I need t-to talk to Zayn." I tried to say forcefully. My breath was hitched and my sobs were hurting my throat. I felt Liam's arms left me and they were replace by another pair, not as board as Liam's.

"Zayn, I-I don't unders-stand!" I sobbed. His hand went through my hair and he tried to hush me, just like Liam did. But I needed to speak up, needed to know answers. This whole situation was messing with my mind an it hurt my head, and also my heart. I had no idea what was true or false, but I believed it wasn't as black and white as I hoped.

"No, no no no. Zayn, w-was this all a j-joke? Be h-honest okay, p-please be honest. I don't c-care if it hurts, I-I just want the truth, p-please." I rambled, muffled by my mouth still pushed in Zayn's chest and my sobs didn't help either. Zayn pulled away slightly to look at me. I looked ip to meet his eyes and his whole face screamed confusion.

"Harry, I think it's best if you calm down whilst we drive us to the station, okay? You can ask me anything you want when we are there." Zayn said calmly. I shook my head, wanting to know the answers now, but I knew Zayn wouldn't give in. And he was right in some way, I needed to calm down in order to process all the information I would be given. Zayn pulled me up, but it was like my body was still in pain, cause my legs wouldn't work. I leaned on Zayn and we walked to the car, the lads silent, me still sobbing now and then. When we reached the car, Liam drove again, whilst Zayn comforted me in the back. Louis sat shotgun and only now I realised he hadn't said anything since we got to the scene. But I couldn't be bothered by it. My clothes felt damp due to the rain and my eyes hurt from crying so much. My throat was dry and my voice croaked. I tried to regulate my breathing and took deep breaths through my nose and let them out through my mouth. After a while, my breathing was normal and my tears wouldn't come anymore.

"Zayn? Could you tell me what's going on?" I asked, my voice sounded like it didn't belong to me.

"I could clear some things up for you, but first you need to tell me what happened so I know what to clear up." He gave me a soft smile. I couldn't believe he and Niall made this all up. It just couldn't be.

"When I came to his doorstep, he yelled to go away, but once he heard it was me he was first surprised and than he was mad. He told me I shouldn't have come and that he never loved me and it was all just a plan, a-and," I couldn't continue anymore because I felt a lump in my throat and I bit my lip to prevent myself from sobbing again. Zayn noticed and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Harry, I can assure you that is not the case." He told me, sternly but softly.

"B-but..."

"I don't know why he said that, but I know he was lying. There never was a 'plan'. Niall was smitten with you, and if it was a prank, he would never move away, too scared for Matt and Ray." He said. I couldn't do anything but nod. I didn't know what to believe at this point, but the main reason I believed Zayn was because I wanted to. I wanted to believe Niall was in love with me, wanted to believe Niall was too scared to run away. Wanted to believe there was no plan. So I did.