New Boy || [ Harry Styles au ] ✔️

13

My hand shot out and quickly pulled my tank top up. I also pulled the collars of my jacket so it covered my neck as I stood there flashing Zayn an uneasy grin.

"What is what?"

"Don't play me right now Zara. I saw that fūcking hickey." Zayn grit out, his brown eyes emanating anger.

"Relax Zayn," I rolled my eyes. "It was a curling iron." I lied in my defence.

"Your hair isn't even curled."

"Oh look at the time. Gotta run." I nodded curtly before running past him, ignoring all his shouts.

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"Hold on." Harry's eyes widened, "you're telling me...that your beast of a brother is after me right now!?"

"Basically, yeah." I nodded grimly.

"Holy shit," Harry's fists gripped his curls tightly. "I'm fūcked Zara!"

"I'm having the time of my life too Harry." I replied dryly. He turned around with a hard glare. "You shouldn't have worn something so revealing when you knew you had a love bite!"

What the actual hell. He was blaming me!? It's his bloody fault.

"You have no right to blame me Harry! You're the one who did this!" I spit, now getting very pissed.

His green eyes sparked, as if he was connecting some kind of dots. "Maybe you did it on purpose. So you could show people that we have something. For fūck's sake Zara, we aren't dating!"

My eyes glossed over with unshed tears, mouth parting as sadness, annoyance and pain coursed through me all at once. I knew we didn't have a label, but when he says it like that it sounds as if we don't have anything at all.

He gave me an indifferent look before continuing, "I shouldn't have done it at all."

I could feel my heart break over and over again, a tight coil building up in my lower abdomen. All my nerves were twisting and turning, insecurities getting the best of me. The tears which I thought would be incapable of falling, fell freely as I stood there helplessly.

"Harry..." I whimpered, watching the brown haired, green eyed beautiful boy walk away from me like I was his biggest mistake.

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"I can't believe he'd do something like that." Lorcan grit out. "What a fūcking dīck."

I sniffled, leaning back into the uncomfortable hospital chair as I brought the piping hot coffee up to my mouth.

"You're too good for him anyways babe." Noah consoled me, her small hands running up and down my back.

The three of us were crammed in the small sitting room of the hospital. I decided I'd come visit Lorcan's mother and Noah tagged along. They'd gone along pretty well and it was relaxing not to think about him for a change.

"Our pity party ends here babe." Noah started. "Tomorrow, you walk into school without an ounce of self pity. You shouldn't even glance at his sorry āss because he'll realise how big of a mistake he's made."

The determination in her eyes almost scared me. Lorcan nodded furiously at her words, both of my friends prepared to help me get over someone, who I shouldn't have been with in the first place.

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The credits rolled up on the big screen, mentioning all the actors and what not. I smiled contently, cuddling into my brother.

"Should I put on The Prisoner of Azkaban now?" Zayn asked, getting up to retrieve the disk.

This is what we usually did when the either, or the both of us were sad; have a Harry Potter movie marathon. It went on all night long and parents knew better than to interrupt.

Zayn and I'd been through two movies now. The first one basically passed by with me crying and explaining to my brother, and him getting angrier. But I made him promised not to lay a scratch Harry, which made Zayn feel guilty as he believed he was the reason all this happened. If I hadn't told Harry about Zayn then he wouldn't have said all those things— Zayn logic.

However, I told him that it wasn't his fault because Harry brought up his suspicions which Zayn had nothing to do with.

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As I laid in bed that night, I counted down all the possibilities that tomorrow might have. Harry would have to spend all his time with Olivia and she would have his undivided attention. The last few days, he was laying on the low with their friendship as he didn't want to offend me.

He would ignore me, that's a given. Or he might come up and apologise and pick me up so we could run away and be happy forever.

Yeah...the previous points sounded more convincing.

But even then, I thought about what Noah said. I mean, before Harry, I used to be so much more active and lively. Then all my time was spent trying to please him or keep up with his mood swings. I couldn't even properly spend time with my group of friends!

That night, I told myself that I would pick up all the pieces, no matter how broken or big and I wouldn't wallow in self pity.