𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter twenty nine

Harry

I was distracted for most of the time that we were watching the show. Everyone kept making small comments on it every now and then seeming very engaged in it, while I sat quietly barely even knowing what's going on. Way more important things were being thought of inside my head. Like the fact that Zayn was back, and this time he didn't act or appear crazy anymore, he just looked normal. And I couldn't get out of my mind that note he left and him having actually been inside the tower. How did he even get in without being seen? There's windows everywhere in this tower, surely someone would've seen him. But then again, he has become a lot more skillful and stealthy. His combat had improved tremendously and he was just flawless.

Maybe that means we need to improve ours as well, and also up the security in the tower. If Zayn could get in without being caught, then anyone else could as well and that was not good at all. With all the big criminals and villains we had, there bound to be someone who'd want to plan a sneak attack and take us out. Anyway, Zayn was my major focus at the time. I was still thinking hard about what was going on. Why did he all of a sudden seem normal now? Like he was back to himself again and not that crazy psycho he was before? I was confused about it all and I had wondered if that's what he wanted to talk to be about.

Maybe he wanted to explain to me what had been going on? But the real question was, did he deserve a chance to explain? As I look back on all the things he's done, how bad he's hurt me it would be so much easier to say that he didn't deserve it. But then again, didn't everyone deserve a chance to explain why they did something? I don't know if that was the case in all situations, though I do know it was the least someone could do when they've done you wrong. And deep down I knew I badly craved to know why he did the things he did.

I needed to know.

Would meeting with him be bad? We've had so many problems when it came to him, and I didn't know if willingly going to talk with him was a good idea. The guys wouldn't be happy if they knew and Liam would be extremely pissed especially after all we've worked through. He can't stand the thought of me not being over Zayn, and if I go meeting up with him he'd definitely have something to say about that. I honestly didn't want anymore conflict between us, we'd been doing so well. But, as much as I wanted to avoid that, it didn't stop me from wanting to know what it was Zayn wanted to say.

I needed to know what he wanted to tell me, I was dying to know. It's what I've been wanting to know ever since all this happened. I wanted to know his motive for the things he'd done and why he thought it was okay. Why he left me heart broken and baffled. I deserved to know why, it didn't matter about what other people thought. This was between he and I, and things have been left unfinished. I couldn't leave it up to someone else to decide what I needed. Maybe I did need this. More than anything..

"Babe?" I get brought from my thoughts as a voice interrupted them. I look to the side of me to see Liam staring at me. He must've seen how spaced out I was.

"Yes?"

"You okay? You have that far away look in your eyes." He says, sounding concerned. I am very far away, I wanted to say but decide against it.

"Yeah sorry, I'm just really tired." I lied.

"Want to take a nap?" He asked, stroking my hair back. I bit my lip, and nodded. Perhaps it'd give me more time to think about what I was going to do and how I would do it. Liam hums softly and stands up holding his hand out to help me up. "I'll go with you." He adds. I press my lips together, not really wanting him to come. But I didn't want to be rude and tell him not to. He'd see it as me rejecting him, and would probably question our relationship. Rejection was just not an option for him for some reason, so instead of saying anything, I just nod again in agreement. Liam takes my hand, telling the others they could continue without us and that we'd catch up later. Then he pulls me upstairs to his room, though I stop him once we get to the door. "What?"