Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Kendall’s POV:

Kendall's POV:

    I can't believe that Chanel would do something like that. Especially to someone who is as nice and caring and sweet as Zayn. She has been my best friend for almost two years, and this act is certainly not her. Or maybe I don't know who SHE is, exactly. I have this urge of bitch slapping her right now and telling her off for what she has done. And here I thought I felt sorry for her for getting raped. Ha, she deserves an Oscar for that little performance. Why would she do that to Zayn? And get an abortion? Unless she isn't. Wait, didn't she go to the hospital with Zayn a few days ago? Ugh, my mind is so jumbled up right now; I don't know what to think. It's Tuesday right now, which meant her doctor appointment was on Saturday. Did she manage to escape that as well?

    "I just can't believe that Chanel is capable of doing that," I sighed, playing with the ends of my hair.

    Harry and I were sitting on the stairs, not moving. The two of us have been sitting here ever since Chanel walked away, thinking. Why was this happening? Why to Zayn? He didn't do anything to deserve this. "What are we going to do?" Harry asked. "Should we tell Zayn?"

    "It would be the right thing to do," I said, looking into his gorgeous green emeralds. "But how?"

    Harry seemed to be thinking. "We should tell him tonight. Only him, when he's alone. The sooner we tell him, the better."

    I nodded and stood up. Offering Harry a hand, I said, "Let's go, Curly."

    Harry smirked, taking my hand and we walked towards his flat. When we got there, we saw all of the boys and girls sitting there. Chanel was cuddling with Zayn on the love seat, and I really wanted to scream at her. That lying, sneaky, bi- "KENDALL!" Louis' loud voice rang through the whole flat as he tackled me in a hug. "YOU'RE ALIVE!!"

    I laughed as I hugged the Doncaster boy back. "I got my cast off, Lou. I didn't go through surgery."

    Louis let go of me and pouted. "Well, excuse me if I was worried about my best friend."

    I rolled my eyes and Harry and I went to sit down on the couch. As I sat down, I kept giving Chanel daggers, but she was too busy with Zayn to notice. "If looks could kill," Harry's husky voice whispered in my ear, "Chanel would be six feet under."

    I chuckled quietly. "Am I a bad friend if I want to bitch slap her right now?" I whispered.

    Harry shook his head, and literally pulled me on to his lap. "No. I mean, it's understandable."

    I smiled and tilted my head to kiss his soft lips. "I love you," I whispered.

    "I love you too," Harry smiled back, pecking my lips once again.

    "STOP KISSING!!" Louis shouted, throwing a couch cushion at Harry and I.