Heartless

Chapter 20

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Zayn's POV

I've parked down the block from the boys' house so I can be close to Carissa.

I f.ucked up so bad, so bad that she won't even let me explain. She needs to know that I didn't mean to hurt her. I love her, but she doesn't see that.

"Dammit," I curse, seeing that it's getting darker out.

You know what? F.uck it, I'm going to see her.

Turning on my car, I put in drive and head back to Liam's house, hoping that they'll let me in.

***

"Zayn you have to leave," Harry whispers as he frowns. "You can't be here."

"Harry please," I try to look in to see if I can spot Carissa, but it's no use, "I can't be without her."

"Go home Zayn, come back tomorrow, we're all tired," Harry starts to close the door. Before he can, I block it with my foot, causing him to shoot me a look.

"Fine," I release my foot from the door and shake my head. "I f.ucked up so much."

"Please leave," he slowly closes the door, "just come back tomorrow."

All I can do is shake my head as I step back, seeing the door close and hearing the faint click, signaling that it's locked.

***

The drive back to the complex was silent, I didn't bother listening to the radio, just listening to music will trigger the depressing emotions inside me.

Right now I'm laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling as I replay what happened a couple hours ago.

She shrugs out of Niall and Louis' grip and presses her hands on my chest, forcing me back. "Leave!"

There's no use in trying to reason with her, or angering her, so I sigh, giving up as I step out. "Alright, I'm going to leave. I love you." I mean what I said and walk towards my car. As I pull out of the driveway, I watch Carissa's gaze being torn away by the door closing.

The way she talked, how she was just tired of this whole thing, I just wanted to hold her and apologize, so this can all be over. But I guess that's not how it's gonna work.

If I just held on for one more day, we could've been together right now, cuddling, talking.

I'm such a damn f.uck up.

Carissa's POV

When I wake up, the clock next to me reads 9:30AM. Groaning at the time, I sit up, without missing the minor head rush that comes with it. Standing up, I head over to my duffle and take out some clothes before walking into the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth, I undress myself and hop in the shower, and start washing my hair. When I'm finished, I step out and dry myself off with a big fluffy towel that was hanging on the rack. I change into a plain gray shirt with lounge shorts and head out of the room.

Entering the kitchen, I see that Harry is awake, wearing only a pair of boxers, reminding me of seeing him naked yesterday. He must have heard me by the way he turns around, and flashes me with a warm smile.

"Morning," he says, handing me a cup of tea.

"Morning," I say back and take the cup, taking a long sip.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, cautious about what he's saying.

"Sad I guess," I shrug, "I feel so dumb."