Zarry - I can't lose you now (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5 - Flashbacks to the good days

It’d had only been a day since Zayn had left the room after seeing the video of him and Harry in Paris, he still hadn’t got over it inside, it was so weird to think all this. The other boys carried on showing him photos and videos to help him, and he was grateful, but it just made matters worse.

He was beginning to like these four boys and their bubbly personalities; they were all so funny and talkative, it was almost impossible to have an awkward silence with them. Zayn still stayed with them, but was planning on trying to contact his family soon, and see them.

Since him and Harry used to share a room, Zayn slept in their double bed while Harry slept on the coach in the lounge, since it’d be a bit weird with them sleeping together again.

Flashback

‘Zayn, im’ sorry if that video upset you or something… I- I didn’t mean anythin-’ Niall began, but Zayn stopped him with a laugh.

‘It’s alright mate, you were only trying to help.’

Niall nodded sheepishly and walked up to his bedroom.

Zayn stood in the corridor upstairs, forgetting which bedroom was his, and he didn’t want to interrupt into anyone else’s room.

Harry wandered up the stairs, stopping at the top as he noticed Zayn.

‘Er…’ Zayn laughed, ‘I forgot which is my bedroom?’

‘Oh’

Harry walked up to the only clear, wooden door and pushed it open swiftly. ‘It is our bedroom, but I guess I’ll sleep downstairs…’ tears built in his eyes, just to remind Zayn was no longer his for now.

Zayn saw them and held his hand out to Harry as he left their room with his pyjamas.

‘Oh, Harry… I-’

‘It doesn’t matter’ he faked a smile and left the room, disappearing down the stairwell.

End of flashback.

1st February 2012 – 10pm.

‘Night lads, I’m off to bed!’ Niall yawned, giving them a small wave before exiting the room.

Liam soon followed him, and Louis had to be carried to be carried to bed by Harry, since he’d fallen asleep on the couch.

It was just Harry and Zayn in the room together. Alone.

Harry sat on the other sofa, not wanting to make Zayn feel even more awkward than it was already alone.

Zayn looked from the floor to Harry, giving him a faint smile, before he developed an great interest in his leather boots, which he was told were his favourite shoes.

‘Do you remember anything from before the crash?’ Harry asked hopefully, after a few minutes of silence.

Zayn sighed, he felt awful for the boy. They were once in love, and now he remember nothing, he didn’t even feel anything towards Harry.

‘I’m sorry, I just don’t’ he had to say it, he couldn’t leave it any longer, ‘And… I’m really sorry, but… I just don’t…’ why was it so hard to say? He didn’t even love Harry anymore! ‘ I just don’t seem to you anymore. I’m sorry’

Harry stared at him, he didn’t know how to react. He opened his mouth to talk, but just ended up choking on his own words as he tried to hold his tears back.

‘Excuse me a minute…’ he said quietly, so quiet that Zayn barely heard him.

Harry tore out of the room and into the downstairs bathroom, Zayn heard the door slam loudly, he winced.