Broken (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 8

Chappie 8

Zayns POV

I placed my phone on the table smiling, I was about to snuggle under the warm covers but I heard a muffled cough come from the door...

"Harry?" I asked him confused as he leant against the door frame, his eyebrows raised.

"Soo Zayn you havnt really been with hanging with me and the lads lately, what's keeping you occupied?" he asked me with a small smirk on his face

I knew what he was thinking..

"It's not like that, Ive just been sleepy lately" I quickly replied, and Harry waltzed his way over to me still with a small smirk on his face... "You havnt been like this in a while? Or should I say since you and your last ex met." Harry winked " Who's the new girl?" He said stretching back on the chair besides my bed.

"No one .. well it's not confirmed yet..." I stuttered "Look I'll tell you guys if anything happens ok?" I said and I thought of Sascha again, I did really like her but I wasn't sure when I was going to tell the boys...

"C'mon Zayn!" Harry moaned and Louis enterted the room, "What's happening!" he said making his way over to my bed and sitting down..

"Louis grab zayns phone! He likes someone!" Harry called to him and he quickly snatched the phone which was sitting on my bedside table before I could reach it.

Damn...

I watched Louis as he searching through my phone... "Oooohh who's Gracie hawking?" Louis said with a mischievous grin unaware of who he just said..

Oh crap.

Harry's head snapped towards the phone and I tried to grab my phone back, Why didn't I delete those messages!? I knew something like this would happen..

"It's not what it sounds like Harry! I swear on my life!" I frantically said.

"can I see the phone Louis." Harry said quietly but more as a demand than as a question.

Louis looked confused but handed the phone to Harry regardless.

"Harry don't! You will get the wrong idea! I don't like her! I promise" I said but Harry had already thrown my phone on my bed and stormed out of the room.

Louis shrugged before racing after Harry.

Great. I want to help Harry by asking the girl he was sad about what's wrong with him but instead it all goes hay wire and I end up being the bad person.

I groaned and lay back on my bed, exhausted, and utterly confused at what to do next.

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Harry's POV

what the hell Zayn.

I'm never speaking to him again.

How could h- Louis knocking on my door which I had slammed shut interrupted my thoughts.. I could hear him turning the handle which thankfully i locked but he continually tried coming in "hazza let me talk to you? Tell me what's wrong?" he cooed sympathetically. "Not now Louis. go away!" I shouted back at him and threw 50 shades of grey (which is a book for sexually deprived woman... A gift from Louis..) at the door.

"Harry im coming back when your not mad... Because I are going to find out what's the matter" he said and I could hear him leaving, though I know for a fact that he'll just go ask Zayn now.

Why did we have to arrange that stupid thing and meet her at the carnival on Saturday, how could I when the girl I may of had feelings for is now dating (probably) one of my my band members.