Opposites ~ n.h (rewriting)

Chapter 6: Betrayed.

"So, did you like the film or what?" Harry asks me as we exit the cinema and walk down the almost empty street.

"Yeah. I did." I answer shortly. To be honest, I have no idea what it was about. My head was some place else.

"You weren't paying attention, were you?" He chuckles. Damn, the kid knows me too well.

"No I wasn't. I just can't stop thinking about the argument between Zayn and Niall earlier." So many questions and no answers. It's eating me from the inside. Damn you curiosity!

"You should forget about it-" "I can't!" I interrupt. Harry just smiles. "Trust me, I know, but this is none of your business, Luna. It's their argument and you should stay out of it." I sigh. Harry's right, I should forget about all of this, this is not my argument and it should stay that way. By the looks of it, I don't think I even want to be involved with it. I can't help but feel bad for Zayn though. Maybe I should call him? I'll just text him for now, maybe he needs someone to talk to. I grab my phone and start a new message. "You are not seriously going to text the addict?" Harry asked, looking over my shoulder. "No, just asking Zayn if he's alright, he seemed pretty upset about the argument." I explain. "Do you even know him?" God Harry stop being nosy and annoying. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. So if you could please shut your 'all knowing' mouth and move on with your dork life, I can ask Zayn if he's alright." I turn around, and sit in the passenger seat of Harry's car. Harry sits down next to me, sighing. "I'm just-" He starts, probably not knowing what to say. I look at him, encouraging him to finish his sentence. "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to look out for you. It would not be the first time your curiosity could bring you in trouble, and I just don't want it to happen again." I just nod. Harry seems satisfied, because he starts the car and drives towards my flat. Meanwhile I finish my text to Zayn. 

Luna: Hey Zayn, are you alright? xx

Zayn: Can I come over? x

Luna: Yeah sure, I'm on my way home now x 

Relieved that he decided not to ignore me, I put my phone back in my pocket. "Is he okay?" Harry asks. He surprises me by worrying about him. "I don't know, really. All he did was ask if he could come over." I replied. Slightly worried about Zayn and his fight with Niall. "Okay, I'll try and drive faster." He speeds up a little, knowing that Zayn probably needs me. 

When we arrive at the flat, Zayn is already waiting outside, an ice pack pressed to his eye. "Zayn? What in the world happened?" I ask him, kneeling down as far as I could. "He fucking hit me." He spits. I take a better look at his face and only now I see the blood streaming down from his nose to his chin. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I take his arm and help him up. When we walk into my flat Harry just sits there gobsmacked looking at Zayn. I give Harry a look and he immediately puts down the book in his hands and disappears into my bedroom. What was that about? I just wanted him to stop looking. Zayn apparently didn't even notice Harry there, since he just walks into the kitchen and sits down on the counter. I give him a tissue for his nose and slowly remove the ice pack from his eyes. I gasp at the sight. The area around his eye already started to swell and it's slowly turning a purple-ish blue colour. "Damn." I whisper. "That must hurt." "It's nothing compared to the pain I feel inside right now." He looks down. "He hit me. I thought he came to apologize, but he was too intoxicated so he just hit me square in the face." He shakes his head in disappointment. "I gave everything to that kid. Money, a home, a job. I even got him in Uni and all he does is throw it away and get high all the time. He's like my little brother, I watched out for him and his little sister. I protected him from his own boss." The tears are prominent in his eyes and I know it will only take seconds for them to fall down. I stay silent not knowing what to say, but I know what to do. This boy needs a hug, a really big hug. I wrap my arms around him and rub his back softly. Finally, the tears fall. "He fucking betrayed me, while I stayed with him whatever he did. I used to get something back, but now all he does is take." He whispers in my shoulder. "He just makes me look bad, no girl wants me because they think I do drugs just because I'm close to Niall." I immediately disagree. "You know, Zayn? From the moment you walked out of the dark corner in that alley and brought me back to the pub, I knew you were different from all the assholes snorting cocaine from their hands. I knew you weren't one of them." I say and truly mean it. He may seem dangerous at first, and yes I was on edge the first time I saw him, but somehow I knew I didn't have to be afraid of him. 

After an hour of hugging, Zayn lets me go and jumps off the counter. "Thanks, Luna. It means a lot." He smiles. I return the gesture. "No problem, if you ever need anything, I'm here. Remember that, okay?" "Okay, I will." He's about to turn around and walk out the door when he stops dead in his tracks. "Can I stay here for the night?" He asks. "Yeah, sure. I mean, I'll get Harry out of the guest room and have him sleep in my room." "Is Harry your boyfriend or something?" I laugh. "No! Never will be!" "Then why do you let him sleep in your room, with you?" Zayn narrows his eyes suspiciously. "He's like a brother, don't worry." Zayn smiles in relieve. "So, I didn't make you cheat on anyone that night?" "Nope." I shake my head. "Okay, wait here. Let me kick Harry out of that room. Unless you'd like to share with him?" I joke, raising my eyebrows. Zayn laughs. "No, thank you."

"Lun, what the- Zayn?" Harry stops dead in his tracks when he walks in the living room and sees Zayn. "Harry?" What is going on here? "Wait, you two know each other?"  I pipe in, but it doesn't seem to make a difference. The two walk up to each other and exchange a friendly hug. "Can't believe you moved to Manchester!" Harry is smiling widely, Zayn's face mimicking Harry's. "Guys, what did I miss?" They finally seem to notice me still standing in the room. "Zayn used to live in London, and we used to work together in a restaurant." Harry explains. "Wow, small world." Is all I can say. "We were buddies, but ever sice I left London we didn't have a chance to meet again." Zayn adds. "It's nice to see you again, mate." Harry pats his back. "Well after we're done reuniting Harry moves his stuff to my room and Zayn you can stay in the guest bedroom." I walk into the kitchen to make tea and coffee for the three of us. Zayn and Harry seem to be good buddies and they're really happy to see each other again. They catch up quite quickly and soon I'm engaged in the conversation. We talk all evening and the promise to myseelf to go to bed early is forgotten as I check time after a while and it's 2 am. After another half an hour we all decide to go to bed.

"What happened to him?" Harry asks, taking his shirt off and putting on sweats.  "Oh, ehm he got hit." I shrug. "No shit Sherlock." He chuckles. "Well, I want to tell you, but it's not my place." Harry nods understanding and crawls under the covers. "You better leave me enough space, Styles." I scold him as he lays down in the centre of the bed. "You better not hit or kick me tonight, Smith." Harry fires back. I chuckle as I lay down next to him. Only now I notice how tired I am. I close my eyes and almost immediately drift off in a deep sleep. 

A knock on the door wakes me up from my disturbing dreams. I step out of my bed, almost tripping over a sleeping body on the floor. "Harry what the fuck?!" I whisper shout. "You kicked me out of bed." He answers, his voice thick with sleep. "Get back in the bed, I'll sleep on the couch." I say. It's my fault he's on the floor and he deserves some good sleep. "No, I'm fine." He argues. "Harry Edward Styles, get your goddamn butt in that bed now or I'm lying next to you on the floor for the rest of the night to kick you." I hear a deep sigh and he gets up from his spot on the floor. I leave the room satisfied after he plopped down on the bed, flat on his face. 

I make my way towards the door, a bit cautious to who it could be. I take a deep breath before opening it. I look up to see the person I least expected to be here. How the hell does he know where I live? "Niall? What are you doing here?" I ask. He looks at me with glassy eyes after saying; "I need help." Before I was able to ask what was going on he collapses on the floor, his shirt covered in blood.