Chasing Harry - LS [2013] [2/3]

Chapter Seven; The Chase

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Chapter Seven; The Chase

Niall

“Zayn,” I pleaded as he made his way out of the tour bus and I followed him, jumping down the stairs as he still walked away from me, fuming.

            I had to practically jog to catch up to him as he still moved away from me deeper into the parking lot.

            “Zayn, can you please just stop walking―”

            “And do what, Niall!?” He yelled back at me, turning around.

            I stopped dead in my tracks. Not once have I ever heard Zayn yell this loud at anyone. Even when we got into fights or the last time things like this had happened with Liam.

            He just never snapped that loud.

            He just didn’t.

            My body froze as I starred at his furious face, unsure of what to say as his dark mean eyes held mine under the dimply lit lamp post that we both stood under. I could tell Zayn was so angry as I felt his boil of emotions seep through my skin, making me this much more nervous and feel just as bad. But what was I supposed to do with a drunken Louis who could have lashed out at me? I admit, kissing him wasn’t the smartest.

            “What the hell do you want me to do? If it’s not walk away from you because if you haven’t noticed I’m not pleased with you and mad doesn’t even start to explain how angry I am at you right now.” He went on, his voice still in a yelling tone.

            I swallowed, fidgeting in my shoes right now as I starred at the one I loved. “Zayn, I didn’t mean to hurt you―”

            “Hurt me?” He asked, letting out a snort as he threw his hands up in the air for a few seconds before turning around slightly, “Seeing your lips locked onto Louis’ didn’t hurt me, Niall. Seeing you kissing him back fucking destroyed me.” He was facing me as he said those last few words and I could feel my own heart shattering in my chest.

            “Let me explain.” I whispered, daring to take one step.

            Zayn glared at my stride as he held his lips tights, his hands balled into fists.

            What was happening to One Direction? I thought really fast before taking a breath and feeling my eyes sting with tears, I started talking, swallowing the lump that had formed into my throat, and I needed to show that I was strong.

            “I took Louis out to the bar and he got drunk.” I started, looking around myself and realizing it was really dark out here. I hated being outside in the dark―especially in the middle of nowhere and Zayn knew that and seeing him cast a glance at my nervous face and him not doing anything made me realize that this was beyond serious. “I decided we should go back home after he had knocked me out and I woke up.”