drift • harry styles

Chapter 7

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Zayn’s last words made me shiver. Was he actually serious about that? What can he possible want from me? Have I done something wrong for him to do this to me? Was it because he already knew what had happened between Harry and me? Oh no! I hope not.

He took one last glance at me then at Harry before pushing Harry aside for him to pass through and then walked away.

Harry was breathing heavily beside me, he was also looking intently at the walls as he clenched his fist tightly. “We’ll see about that, Malik.”

I heard Zayn chuckled mockingly, “Oh, Harry! You still haven’t changed, have you?”

And with that he opened the door that leads to the ground parking lot and was completely out of sight.

I sighed in relief. This was just the first day of school and a lot had happened already and I was in trouble already. Damn it.

What had I gotten myself into?

What did I do to deserve this?

Was this because of what had happened earlier at the cliff?

Did Zayn see us there?

Shit!

But why did he want me in the first place?

I heard Harry sighed. I glanced up at him, he was running a hand over his tousled hair. He looked frustrated, confused, and lost all at once.

I really felt bad for him. He had gotten himself into more trouble because of me. It was my entire fault! Come to think of this, if I had taken the elevator instead of the stairs I would had not bumped into Zayn. I know that Harry and Zayn’s conflict wasn’t solved yet and now another conflict had grown and it was my entire fault! What had I done to them?

I wasn’t aware that I burst into tears—immediate, uncontrolled flood of tears—until Harry reached for my face and wiped it using the back of his index and middle fingers.

His gesture made me cry even more, I was afraid of what Zayn can and will do if he finally got what he wanted—Me. But most of all I was afraid of what Zayn can do to Harry if he’ll have the chance.

I don’t want anything bad will happen to Harry because of me. And even though we’d only known each other for a while, I can say that I will die if something wrong will happen to him.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me closer to him making the distance between us decrease to only just a foot away.

His height was indeed intimidating. He was so tall and I was so short. My head was just below his chin. And with this position, I could see his chest rising and falling heavily as well as his Adams apple that moves every time he exhaled from his mouth and his tattoos underneath his white shirt was almost visible but I still couldn’t decipher what they were.

“Look at me,” his voice was soft, soothing

I sniffed, wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes, and then shook my head slowly from left to right.

He sighed. His hot breath tickled the top of my head.                                  

He moved his right hand from my left shoulder to my chin then he pulled my chin up gently for me to look up at him.

I stopped breathing. I was once again hypnotized by his ultimately perfect face. He was so close that I would be able to kiss him if I inched my head forward.