Eternal Love

Realization

Zayn’s POV

I woke up with Michaela still sleeping on my floor, she had tear stained cheeks. I thought about last night and anger filled me; why would he do that to her? What had she ever done to him? She treated him like a king and he just threw that all away but the biggest question is why did he do it sober? That means he meant everything he said and did and that’s why it hurt her so much more.

I decided to make her breakfast; I made her eggs, toast, and her favorite morning drink orange juice. I walked into my room with all of it on a wooden tray and gently woke her up.

“Michaela, wake up. I made you breakfast.” I said lightly shaking her.

“Wha- what?” She asked groggily.

I repeated myself once more and she got up.

“Thanks Zayn, It smells and looks great. I had the craziest dream, I dreamt that Harry was gone all day and we had a day together and then I walked in on Harry having sex with this blonde girl, and then… I slept on your floor… I wasn’t dreaming, was I?” She asked, her eyes lacked emotion she looked… blank. I had no words so I just grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her she was just as motionless as she was emotionless, she was empty and it was killing me to see her like this.

“Zayn… why?” She asked beginning to cry again.

“Hey hey, don’t cry you’ve done enough of that; and he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I told her.

“I know, it just hurts so badly.” She said.

She ate her breakfast in between crying but she quit, she just couldn’t eat anymore.  I wanted to get her out of the house to get away from Harry but there was no where we could go for a peaceful day alone.

“Hey c’mon movie day?” I asked trying to cheer her up.

She smiled and nodded. “I’d like that.”

I grabbed her hand and helped her up and I gave her a pair of my sweatpants because she didn’t want to go into Harry’s room to get hers, she wanted to avoid him at all costs.

Michaela’s POV

Zayn lended me a pair of his sweatpants and I gracially put them on, we headed to the TV room and luckily no one else was up. I wasn’t even sure if Harry was home but quite frankly I didn’t care either. I didn’t hate him, I just don’t understand how he could tell me he loves me then goes and does that to me… sober. None of it made sense, and at this time I wasn’t determined to find out. I wanted to avoid the topic as much as possible but I already knew somehow it’d leak out to the press and I’d be bombarded with questions about it.

Zayn plopped down on the couch right beside me and asked what movie I wanted to watch, I was NOT in the mood for ANY love movies so I recommended Insidious, he agreed and popped it in the DVD player.

I hated the fact that I didn’t have anyone to bury my head into at the scary parts, I felt alone… I was alone.

Victoria walked in and sat next to me she immediately squeezed me then I realized I was crying, stupid emotions. No, no stupid emotions; stupid Harry!

“How are you doing?” Vic asked me.

“Okay… I guess.” I answered.

“I’m so sorry Michaela, I really wanted to hit him. He deserves to live alone for the rest of his life.” She said trying to make me feel better.

Just then everyone including Harry came into the TV room, even though there was 8 people with my in the room I felt awkward. They were all giving death glares to Harry and he just rolled his eyes and brushed it off.