Summer to Remember

Chapter Twenty Six

My vision was blurred from the tears falling from my eyes as I raced up the stairs. I had no clue what I was going to go so I ran over to Zayn's bedroom door and knocked loudly until he opened it. As soon as he opened it I slightly pushed him and ran inside his room. He looked so shocked as he closed the bedroom door and rushed to my side, I had no clue what the hell I was doing in his room but I didn't give a shit anymore. "Ella, what's wrong?" he asked worried. 

Unable to hold back my tears, I burst out crying and collapsed onto the floor. Whenever I cry hysterically, I start to hiccup at the same time, I hadn't cried this hard ever since my mom had passed away. "Ella, love..." Zayn said as he knelt down beside me on the floor and put his arm around my shoulder. "Let it all out" he assured me and that's what I did, I rested my head on his shoulder and let all my emotions out. I felt comfortable in that moment, he didn't keep questioning why I was crying but instead sat with me in silence. After what seemed like forever, my tears had dried and my hiccups had faded away. We were seated on the floor, my head was still rested on his shoulder as I heard screaming from downstairs. 

"I FUCKING HATE YOU BETHANY!" Harry screamed. I heard Bethany talking but I couldn't make out what she was saying. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW! LEAVE!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. I looked up at Zayn's brown eyes and I had a feeling he knew what was wrong.

"Broken heart?" he questioned as he placed a strand of my hair behind my ear. 

"Mhhmm, a heart shredded to pieces" I said as my eyes burned from my salty tears. 

I heard some more yelling downstairs but I felt paralyzed after what I had witnessed, my ears blocked out the rest of the screaming. I slid onto the floor and rested my head on Zayn's lap, he stroked my hair which reminded me of what my mom used to do. Instantly I felt protected and I let my eyes slowly fade into the darkness. 

Harry's POV:

I felt dizzy as I made my way into the beach house, I was having trouble finding the beer when suddenly I felt someone's hands on my torso. I instantly turned around smiling, expecting Ella but instead found Bethany. I hated her to bits, we went out for a couple days but she was definitely not my type of girlfriend. I mean, yeah she was hot and all but her personality was ugly. "Get your hands off me" I said sternly looking her in the eye. 

"Come on Harry, don't you miss me?" she said leaning in closer. 

"No I don't. I have a girlfriend" I assured her.

"Come on, I won't tell anyone" she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. Immediately I grasped her hand tightly and let go instantly making her yelp in pain. 

"Someone's a little aggressive" she smirked as she leaned in closer and kissed me. I felt nothing, no sparks, no goosebumps. Nothing. It wasn't what I felt with Ella, couldn't even compare. I tried loosening her grip but she was all over me, disgusted I tried to loosen her grip but she wouldn't budge. I was furious so I gripped her waist tightly and tried to push her away when Ella walked in. Looking over at Bethany, I could tell she was satisfied with what she had done. Seeing the box of beer bottles crash and the tears stream down her face made me feel the worst I had ever felt.

"Ella..." I said but she had already ran up the stairs. "Are you happy now?" I asked Bethany and she looked quite pleased with herself. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. I quickly ran halfway up the stairs to see Ella go into Zayn's room. Why the hell was she going in there? She was my girlfriend, not his. Seeing her go into Zayn's room made me completely furious and I started screaming at Bethany. "I FUCKING HATE YOU BETHANY!" I screamed as I stormed into the kitchen. I guess I was really loud because the boys and Rebecca came running in and tried to calm me down. I was too embarrassed to tell them what happened, how could I have let this happen? Well I guess I might as well go die now. I knew Ella well enough to know she wasn't going to forgive me this time.