Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 68. Kills.

Chapter 68

Mia's POV

I don't know which moment hurt more.

The time when Zayn told me he couldn't love me in London or what just happened five minutes ago.

Was that why he couldn't love me? Because he still had feelings for Perrie.

Did he feel forced to love me? Because he wanted to move on from someone who had already let him go.

Every single word he told me was a fucking lie.

I've been using that word a lot tonight. It's quite a stress reliever when I say it. Now I understand why Zayn says it. Or not Zayn. People. People use it too, Mia.

"Mia!" A voice called as I reached the bottom of the stairs. For a brief second, I wished it had been Zayn's voice but I knew it wasn't his without even having to turn back to look. It didn't give me a funny feeling, didn't sound anything like Zayn's chilling voice. I wiped the remaining tears on my face, leaving no evidence for Harry to see.

"Hi Harry," I faked a smile but he didn't notice, only Zayn would know the difference. Oh god, please stop mentioning him brain. "How's the party?"

"Did Zayn tell you the truth?" He totally ignored my question.

Yes, he did. And he tore every bit of my soul into tiny, micro-manageable pieces and shattered those tiny pieces into even smaller pieces and those smaller pieces to ... You get my point.

I nodded, not wanting to talk.

"Did you want to leave? I could take you..wherever you want," he offered.

Finally someone who understood me.

"Yes, please."

Except my only home here was the hotel and I did not want to go back there if there was the slightest possibility that I'd run into Zayn.

After saying my goodbyes and my best wishes to the happy couple, I left with Harry. They probably understood why I wasn't with Zayn since they both knew about what happened last night. I knew they knew. They didn't even have to tell me. Their apologetic eyes, their remorseful smiles. It was a clear giveaway that they were sorry for what took place.

Once we got to the door, it was still heavily pouring outside. Harry and I exchanged glances, mentally asking each other whether to go or not. When he signaled with a nod, it was pretty clear that we had to scram to his car.

When we reached his vehicle in the church's parking lot, we rushed inside. I apologized for making his leather seats wet but Harry just grinned, assuring me that it was alright. Seeing him smiling again was relieving. He no longer looked angry like he had the night before.

"I'm sorry for making you leave the wedding early," I apologized again.

"It's okay, Mia. I offered to take you home. Besides, now I love Louis and Eleanor but weddings are so bor-ring. I should be thanking you for taking me away."

I hope he was joking. Weddings were not boring events.

"I'm sorry too," Harry spoke, surprising me.

"What do you have to be sorry for?"

"About what happened between you and Zayn. And pressuring him to tell you," he reasoned.

"No, I had a right to know. Who knows if he would have told me anything if you hadn't pushed him."

"Oh, he would have."

"What makes you so sure?" I asked, curious and he took a quick glance at me.

"Zayn's the kind of guy who--who doesn't like to keep secrets. I knew it was eating him inside. He was waiting for the right time to tell you but he should have told you last night right after it happened," he explained, his logic starting to make some sense.