Heartless

Chapter 5

Carissa's POV

A knock causes me to wake up from a sleepy nap. My mind soon catches up to what happened a couple hours ago.

Zayn pushed me, causing me to hit the back of my head. He fucking pushed me.

Another knock causes me to snap out of my thoughts and I start to grow in fear.

Please don't be Zayn.

Before heading to the door, I take precaution and grab a knife from the kitchen. I slowly make my way to the door and open it slowly.

"Carissa?" I hear a voice ask. "It's Harry, you don't have to be afraid."

A weight lifts off of my shoulders and I open the door wider to let him in.

"What are you holding?" His eyes widen at the knife in my hand.

"I-um thought you were Zayn so I-" Wow, this is awkward.

"You were going to stab him?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No!" I put the knife on the island and sit next to him in the couch.

"Carissa," he says, causing me to turn my head. "Are you okay? Did Zayn push you that hard?"

"I'm fi-"

"I don't want to hear that 'I'm fine' c.rap Carissa," he shakes his head. "Now tell me the truth."

"I'm terrified of him now." I speak truthfully. "What if he does something worse, like hit me?" My eyes brim tears and he looks at me in concern.

"Come here," he opens his arms and I immediately wrap mine around his body. His sent engulfs my nostrils as I bury my head in his chest.

"You're warm." I hear him laugh as he encloses me with his arms.

"So are you," he says.

"How can someone sweet like you, hangout with someone like Zayn?" I scrunch my nose up as I pull away from the hug and lay on his lap.

"Well Zayn isn't too bad you know," he says.

"Really? He's such a jacka.ss most of the time and he's so cold." He frowns at my words and starts twirling a strand of my hair.

"He's a great guy once you get to know him."Harry reasons.

I huff out and look towards him. "Yeah right."

"Just give him a chance." He begs.

"I don't really care if I forgive him or not. He pushed me Harry, he freaking pushed me." He hooks my legs and cups my back. He suddenly lifts me up and starts spinning me around.

"Forgive and forget!" He shouts as he keeps spinning me.

"You're going to make me puke Harry stop!" I can't help but laugh at his silliness.

He finally stops spinning me and puts me on the couch. "You going to forgive him?" He asks.

"Give it a day and I'll let you know," I tell him. Harry gives me a wild smile and starts dancing, really badly. Just as I'm about to say something, Harry's phone goes off and he stops moving, and answers it.

"Hello?" He says. The voice on the other end is deep, and has a faint accent.

"But I'm hanging out with her," he looks at me and smiles.

"Why don't you come here instead."

"Who is that?" I ask. He shrugs and listens to the other person on the line.

"Fine then, bye." He hangs up and I stand.

"You're going to leave?" His lips are in a fine line as he shakes his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Yeah," I step closer and hug him. "Bye."

"Bye Carissa." We pull away and I watch him leave my apartment. And now it's quiet, yet again.

Zayn's POV

"What did she say?!" I shake Harry's shoulders furiously.

"Easy mate," he says and I calm down. We both sit back on the couch and I wait impatiently for him to speak.

"If you were the one to knock on her door, you probably would've been stabbed." He says with a serious face. A couple seconds after, he begins laughing.

"She had a knife?" I ask.

"Yeah, you scared her to the point where she doesn't feel safe around you." He stops laughing and leans back into the couch.

"I didn't mean to do that," I shake my head, "I got mad and f.ucking lashed out."

"I get it Zayn," he pats my shoulder. "But she did tell me that she'll give it a day and you'll see if she forgives you or not."

"Really?" I try not to sound too excited.

"Yup," he pops the 'p' and stands up. "I'm gonna head home now, it's four." I nod and watch him leave my apartment.

Now I'm going to find a way to get Carissa to forgive me. This is going to be hard.