The Decision || h.s.

Chapter 41: Zayn

Chapter 41: Zayn

*POV: Harry*

Snow hasn’t returned my calls or texts all day and I’m becoming more and more worried. Is she really that mad at me? Does this mean she wants to break up? Is this just the beginning of the end? Is she okay? Did the doctor give her good or bad news?

I have too many questions when it comes to Snow.

“Ready mate?” the lads laugh at me as I focus more on them. We’re in the middle of a concert and I know that I’m a tad bit out of it. Could you blame me though?

“Huh?” I ask and the lads laugh along with the crowd causing my cheeks to turn a bit red.

“Well maybe if you stopped thinking about that little girlfriend of yours you’d know what we were talking about, yeah?” Zayn asks as a few “ah” and “ooh’s” are heard throughout the stadium.

“Can you really blame me though lads?” I ask, trying to play along when I’m suffering inside. Damn. I really am whipped.

“Nah. She is quite fit,” Louis says.

“Oi! She has a boyfriend,” I reply with a goofy offended grin. I place my hands on my hips as Niall’s laugh echoes around the stadium along with a few screams from the fans. They just shake their heads at me, teasing me a bit more before telling me that we’re due to sing a song. We finish the rest of the concert like this, them teasing me about how I’m not focused. Once the concert is done, I head back to my room and take a shower, not helping me clear my thoughts at all.

Once I’m out, I get dressed and take a seat at the end of the bed I’ve chosen. I pick up my phone, just staring at it. Should I try calling her again? No. She probably wouldn’t answer me anyway. I toss my phone back on the nightstand and lie down. Soon enough Zayn comes bouncing in, sitting on the bed next to me.

“What’s been bothering you all night mate?” Zayn asks. I just frown, looking at him.

“Snow.”

“Well obviously. What about her? You two fighting or something?” he asks again, looking at me. I know that he’s concerned, not only for me, but for her too. They grew quite close in London, something that made me jealous.

“Sort of. I’m not sure,” I tell him, being completely honest. I know that she’s mad at me for telling her to quit her job, but she doesn’t really hold grudges when it comes to me. It makes me concerned because I miss her and I don’t know if she sees this as a break-up or something.

“What do you mean?” he asks me.

“I got mad at her because she got a job and told her to quit it so now she’s mad at me and we haven’t talked in a bit since then,” I confess.

“What’s so wrong with her having a job?”

“It just adds to the pile of stress she’s going through. She’s overworking herself and it landed her in the hospital last night where she almost had a miscarriage,” I tell him. I can tell that Zayn is surprised from the look on his face, but that doesn’t make him any less concerned.

“Is she okay? Are the babies fine?” he asks quickly.

“Yeah, at least that’s what she told me the last time that we talked,” I tell him.

“What’s causing her so much stress? It can’t just be this job,” Zayn asks me, obviously thinking this through. I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“I don’t know. I mean she has the job, working twice as hard for school, the pregnancy, the rape and how she doesn’t want anyone to know about it so she worries about it way too much, the fact that she’s fighting with her mom and Madelyne, and just so many more factors that I’m sure she hasn’t told me,” I respond, biting the inside of my cheek, a nervous habit that I’ve picked up from Snow.

“Wait, what’s this you tell me about a rape?” Zayn asks. Crap, didn’t he already know? I’m so worried I’m losing track.

“Oh, um. It’s a long story that she doesn’t want anyone to know,” I say to him. I can tell he’s hurt from the expression he’s giving me, folding his arms and sitting up straighter. I know that he’s offended too. Sighing, I decide to tell Zayn everything from the kiss in London to the rape to Zach being back at school all the way up until now. It’s quite a long story, but Zayn listens intently, not believing that this was why I’ve been so distant lately. I guess I hadn’t noticed it, but my thoughts have been so occupied by Snow that I haven’t been paying too much attention to the others. That is something that I suppose I am guilty of.

Once I finish telling Zayn the whole story, he just stares at me, not sure what to say. I don’t blame him, that was quite a heavy topic to take in and listen to. He needs time to process what I’ve just told him. I know that I needed a little time too.

“Wow. She really has a lot to work through,” Zayn tells me after a long moment of silence. I almost feel the urge to laugh.

“I know, but she won’t be alone through it,” I tell him.

“Of course she won’t, not when she has someone like you mate,” he comforts.

“But I don’t know if she hates me right now or what’s going on,” I continue to complain.

“She couldn’t hate you Harry. I know for a fact that you mean too much to her for her to let you go,” he tells me, probably holding back a joke of some sort. He’s been spending too much time with Louis.

“Thanks mate,” I tell him.

“Yeah yeah. Go call her or some shit,” he tells me. If only he knew that she hasn’t been answering her phone. I guess it’s worth another try though. I get up and go to get my phone, unlocking it and staring at her contact for a long moment before I finally hit call again.