Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 27

Both Edward and Zayn made no movement to help the boy on the ground, as Harry expected. He stands up to his feet, wincing when he felt a slight pain in his right ankle. His eyes stung with warm tears, and he didn't want to show how much it affected him with Edward's words and actions combined by looking up to the dark grey sky, holding back the tears that were trying to escape from his green irises. There was this urge of wanting someone's comfort, but it was obviously not happening. Zayn stood with Edward by his side, gazing at Harry worriedly. The brunette figured that it was because the Bradford boy was too fond of his brother, which he understood, but still felt this aching pain in his chest. He didn't dare to look at them. That would've made him into an even more horrid mess than he already was.

"You don't have a brother, huh?" He chuckled dryly, voice cracking at the end. Zayn could feel the guilt that was coming towards him, the feeling starting to grow every second that passed. "A - are you really that angry at me? P - please stop fooling me, Edward. It's not working. I - I'm sorry I haven't visited you or mum, but Desmond didn't allow me to." Edward swallowed the lump in his throat harshly, hearing the name of his father. Those memories that were filled with insults, the yells, and the time where he was left alone to fend for himself at a young age. Being so naive and gullible, clueless to say the least, he has gotten too hurt too many times. The men that had touched him, made him sick to his stomach.

"Harry, please." Zayn must've notice how Edward became tensed and upset, because he'd always play with the hem of his shirt, and lick his chapped lips. Harry felt completely defenseless and heartbroken at that moment. "This was why I told you that you should've waited." That made Harry's sadness turn into anger. What would ever happened if he did? Nothing would've happened either way, he thought it was pointless that Zayn would make him wait longer. It was just purely a waste of time.

"I should've waited? For what? If I waited any longer nothing would've happened. Because my own brother doesn't even know who I am! You don't know how it feels when your own twin says he doesn't even know your name, Zayn! I've been searching for so many years, and when I finally find him, he goes and says he doesn't even know who the fuck I am!" Edward sobbed quietly, too overwhelmed, body trembling.

"I think that's enough, Harry." The tone of Zayn's voice was cold, which made Harry flinch at the mention of his name, some of his tears were now escaping his green eyes. Although, that didn't stop him from going on any further. "Do you know why I didn't come to mum's funeral? Maybe because my own father forbid me from going. Stop with the bullshit Edward - "

"Harry stop it right now!" Harry shook his head in disbelief. Zayn was supposed to be his so called 'best friend', and at that moment, the only thing Harry could describe Zayn as, was an asshole.

"You know... I really thought I could start over, here in Bradford. I thought I could finally find a place where I was needed. Where people would care about me. Where I could possibly find apart of me that was missing. But I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?" Harry said with a broken smile, that didn't reach up to his eyes, so his dimpled were nonexistent.

Zayn tried to show an emotionless facial expression on his face, but wasn't doing that so well, Harry's words being the source of his faltering demeanor. The boy sounded so broken.

Just like...

Him.

"I thought this time.. maybe everything would be different.. but I should've known it was too good to be true.." Harry couldn't feel his legs. They were too numb, and there was this feeling of lightheadedness that caused him to feel woozy. He was loosing his balance, as his feet started to wobble. Not wanting to stay there any longer, he turns to run away, managing to do so with his long, shaky legs.

Minutes later, arriving at his house, he enters and closes the door behind him shut loudly, the sound of the harsh slam echoed in the empty house. Noticing that there was no light turned on whatsoever, he knew that his father was still at work.

As usual..

Harry then found himself standing in his bathroom, eyes boring into his own, his reflection visible in the mirror. There was this person who he couldn't recognize. Dark bags were under his eyes, and they were also red from all the crying he has done. Hating the way that he looked he decided to take a shower. Stripping down his clothes, his tensed body instantly relaxed when the warm water had hit his porcelain skin. Hot tears fitted with the wet droplets, covering his naked, and pale body.

Everything Harry seemed to do, only caused trouble. One second he was enjoying the moment of Louis soft, thin lips, and the next, he was crying and screaming, his yells bouncing off of the walls, and he was suprised that not one of the neighbors even complained about his unpleasant yet broken behavior, as if they were never even bothered by this.

It has always been Harry and Edward. Edward and Harry. They were inseparable, always spending time with one another, and they never really paid attention to any of the other kids their age. Because both boys thought they didn't need anyone else, since they had eachother. They wouldn't have understood him and his brother anyway.

"W - what did I do to deserve this?" Harry questioned, ignoring the soreness of his throat. Though, it was worth it, releasing the hurt and pain he felt. At that moment, he couldn't take his mind off of Zayn's honey eyes holding no sympathy or care that his own friend was lying on the rough pavement.

"Dad - "

"I have to go. There's ten pounds on the counter if you want to buy anything. We still have some of the leftovers in the fridge. Bye Harry." Desmond wasted no time, whilst rushing out of the door. Leaving his son standing there in their living room, with tear stained cheeks.

"O - okay.."

He didn't even notice..

People always said, it was better to have friends. But Harry never saw it that way, just because he wasn't stupid enough not to notice that some of the people who call themselves 'friends' would've hurt him in the end. In all honesty, he would rather suffer alone, since no one, not even his father, cared enough to talk to him when he needed to let out how he really felt. Everyone was selfish, arrogant, and unworthy of trust.

His sobs never stopped that night, nor did Des arrive like he usually did. Body aching, and eyes shut, his endless cries only stopping until he fell into a dreamless sleep.

If they only knew...

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This chapter sucked. I'm just not feeling it today. But vote, and comment what you think about this chapter. Anything at all. I won't mind.

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