Chasing Forever (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chasing Forever ( Chapter 8 )

Two weeks. 

Two weeks had gone by since the fight.

That night I had woken up from against his door to Zayn stepped around me, not even looking down. 

Now, here I was, sniffling with a pillow against my chest, sat on the couch in Harry's living room. He slipped back on to the sofa beside me, holding up a cup of tea. 

Taking it, I took a slow sip, my hands quivering. 

"You look awful, Libby," Harry murmured, rubbing my back gently. "I'm real sorry about all of this---" 

"I just miss my best friend so much, Hazz..." I whimpered, resting my head on his shoulder. 

My chest felt empty, my heart caved in. My fingertips remained frigid, even as Harry blew warm air on them. 

I needed Zayn. Ever since we had finally been reunited, I didn't want to be separated again. But here I was, instead of being with my best friend; I was stuck with his best mate. 

"I really fucked up, Harry." I whispered, placing the cup on the coffee table and burying my face in my hands. He softly stroked my back as I began to sob. "We were finally going to be together and I ruined everything!" 

Crouching down in front of me, he removed my hands from my face, only for his own to caress both my cheeks. "You can't only blame yourself, Libby. I shouldn't have snuck up on you. I should've told you that it was me." Before I could scold him for accusing himself, he placed his finger over my lips. "And yes, this is also my fault." 

My eyes then widened as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

I didn't know how to react. So, I kept my wide eyes on Harry, who grinned sadly. 

"He really misses you. I can see it. We all see it." I pressed my lips together as he dabbed away my tears. "He mopes around the studio, messes up his lyrics--- which he only ever does when he's real upset. Zayn's crazy about you, Libbs." 

"I love him too, Hazz." 

I had finally admitted it. 

After almost ten years of being best friends, there was the sacred word coming out of my lips. Because really, I did love Zayn. 

"Then you have to fix this. We have to fix this." Taking my hand in his, he hoisted me up to my feet. "You're an amazing girl and honestly; as much as I'd rather have you to myself, you belong with Zayn." 

My lips pursed at his words as he helped me into my coat. 

'I'd rather have you to myself...' 

So Harry actually did like me? It wasn't just all my imagination... 

As we slipped out of his flat, he still hadn't released my hand; as much as I didn't want people coming up to assumptions by seeing us holding hands, I would've gotten frostbite if I'd pulled away. 

It being the middle of winter in London, the streets were deserted, minus the few people trying to rush out of the cold. Since Harry had his curls practically covering his face with his beanie, we weren't really recognized, aside from the occasional double takes. 

"God, Libby, you're freezing." He hissed through gritted teeth, before lifting my hand to his lips and blowing warm air on them slowly. 

My teeth were chattering loudly as I leant against him for some sort of warmth. "I'm going to die because of you, Harry! Why'd we decide to walk in this?!"