POV Zoe
Okay, previously in my shitty life:
Harry and I get kinda serious;
Hot stuff happens;
We get into his room;
Kendall appears out of nowhere;
My mouth drops onto the floor.
November 2nd
8pm
"What are you doing here?" Harry asks after the three of us stare at the awkward situation. He's talks like I'm not even in the room.
"Well, we were on bed and your phone rang then you left like the room was on fire and say we'd talk later," she explains and rolls her eyes. I hate her, not because of Harry. My rage towards Kendall comes from a long time ago "Then I kept waiting for you. This is later," she points to the clock "But now I see you brought your pet with you."
"Watch your nasty mouth" I say faster than I expected.
"Excuse me?" She seems offended and walks towards me.
"You heard me. I don't care if Harry is fucking you, so watch your fucking mouth," I say and grab my purse from the floor. As I begin to walk to the door, Harry's voice stops me.
"Zoe wait" he holds my hand "Let me explain."
"I don't wanna hear you, let go of me!" I'm starting to lose my temper. Kendall's eyes are full of joy, "You can fuck anyone you want, just let me out of it!"
"Wait, let's talk!" He sounds desperate.
"I don't wanna talk!" I'm holding my tears. I can be easily mad to Kendall, but not to Harry. I just don't know why. He deserves my words filled with rage. But they never got out of my mouth. "Let go of me!"
"No!" He shouts "Not until you listen to me. Kendall doesn't mean a thing!"
"Ouch!" She yells from across the room.
"Shut up!" Harry shouts back at her "Zoe please," he begs.
"I don't wanna hear you!" I whine
"That's because you know you'll forgive him," Kendall says. Why is she still here? Wait, why am I still here? "He's toying you."
"Can you shut the fuck up?" I shout at her
"Kendall you must go," Harry says with the dangerous tone of his deep voice. "Don't call me later, don't come back here, just go."
She mutters something I don't give a shit to understand and finally leaves Harry's room.
"Can we talk now?" He whines and looks at me.
"No, I should go too," I try to put myself together and collect the rest of my dignity then do the smart thing: leave Harry
"No, please," he holds my hand tight "Don't leave me, please," he whines again.
"Kendall's right" I say after a while of staring his eyes "I don't wanna talk to you because you'll lie and I'll believe."
"I won't lie to you," he says immediately "I promise."
His words are serious. I'm tempted to believe. I'm supposed to think straight, to always think clinic. Mom always taught me, "Put your emotion away. Think with your brain and make your decisions based on it. Never with your heart," but it wouldn't hurt me to just listen to him. See what he has to say. Right?
"You have three minutes," I say before I change my mind
"I'm sorry about Kendall," he says "I shouldn't have called her. But I was so upset with you, after you left me at the studio. I'm really sorry."
