Insanely Obsessive {Zayn&Harry} -Bwwm

Eighteen

His face changes in an instant. I've never seen a face turn from insanely enraged to completely broken. "How could I?" He asks as if he's confused. "The question is how did I not kill him," he adds nostrils flaring as anger tries to creep it's way in again. I really can read him like a book.

"How could you do that to me?" My voice cracks halfway through my sentence causing the rest of the words to come out hollow and barely audible. I'm almost not certain he heard me until his eyes begin to fill with tears.

I watch his eyes soften. His facial features begin straining to keep the tears in place. He hates crying in front of me. "You think I had something to do with that?" As his eyes redden the tears begin to break free rolling eagerly down his cheekbones. This performance is so convincing I'm almost starting to doubt myself. Am I wrong about this whole thing?

"I got a text from you saying to come over for something important. When I got there you weren't even home. It was just Niall and Louis. You set me up. You had been gone for over a half hour before you texted me. " Tears begin dripping from my chin to my chest making me aware of the waterworks that started without my permission. I try to swallow the lump in my throat to continue with what I want to say.

Before I continue Harry falls to the ground punching the sand psychotically. I feel a ball of fear begin to build up in the pit of my stomach. I've never felt like this around him before. He's never been so violent and unpredictable. It terrifies me. "Please stop," I beg him. He doesn't. "Harry you're scaring me. Please stop it."

That gets his attention. He takes a couple deep breaths before returning his attention to me combing his fingers through his hair. "Nene I could never do anything to hurt you."

I want to believe him but for the first time since I've known him I don't. I don't believe Harry would ever want to hurt me but this guy hasn't been my Harry in weeks. It all started when he suddenly started hounding me about having sex way more than usual. It's all that ever came up. I started thinking maybe it was because our time being together all the time was limited but now I'm not sure. Could he have possibly been so mad at me for not having sex with him he made his brother do it? That doesn't sound right either. None if this is adding up anymore.

I place my fingers to my temple. I feel my blood pulsing rapidly to my head to accommodate the giant headache I feel coming on. There are too many conflicting emotions inside of me right now. "You haven't been yourself for months Harry. I don't know what you're capable of. I barely know you anymore. "

If he wasn't hurt before I can see his heart break in his eyes after I say that. I immediately wish I could suck the words back into my mouth. I never wanted to make him feel that desolate. It's like he went hollow. "I didn't have my phone that day." He utters suddenly. What? He always has his phone.

"But-"

"Just let me finish, " he interrupts. "I'm not gonna lie to you. I was on my way to Jen's house. Not to have sex with her again but to tell her how she ruined my life and get my phone back. She tricked me the night when you saw us Nene. She came over crying about how she thought Liam was cheating on her with you. I was trying to cheer her up but she was drunk and still drinking. She told me it would be rude to kick her out drunk and even more rude not to have a drink with her. Being that we had just broken up a drink was in order. I mean my face was still tear streaked when she got there."

He pauses, clearly considering if he wants to keep telling the story. He doesn't want to hurt my feelings, I can tell. This is all so confusing. If he never wanted to hurt me he should've left well enough alone as far as our sex life was going. "You can tell me. I couldn't possibly be hurt worse than I already am."

He gives me a look that tells me he wants to comment on what I said but he continues the story instead. "We got... plastered. I'm talking really shit faced. It was at the point that I barely even remembered who I was drinking with and that's when it happened. She found your ring on the floor and put it on her finger. Then she showed it to me talking about how pretty it was and I literally lost it. I started bawling like a child who lost their mum. It wouldn't stop. She tried cheering me up but it didn't work so she asked me what was wrong and I just started spilling my guts, figuratively speaking, but I also did blow chunks later. I can't remember what I told her but I remember her telling me she could help me fix it. Then she started taking off my clothes, then her clothes, and before I knew it she was on top of me. Both of us were way too drunk to finish so eventually she stopped and I told her she had to go."