The Way We Made It Happen [UNDER PAINFULLY SLOW EDITING]

Chapter 32 - Just You and I.

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-Hannah's POV-

"Nialll!!!!!!!" no response, i took in a deeper breath and shouted again. 

"NIALL!!!!!!!" I yelled.

He came stumbling down from his room, shirtless- his phone in his hand.

"What the hell Han? Whats wrong? Are you alright?" he asked, a confused look on his face as he stared down at me.

"No! Nothings alright! Fuck! Fuck! I can't even tell you how pissed off i am right now. Urghh!" i said, plopping down on the sofa where i sat with Zayn not less than even an hour ago.

"If you would stop throwing these goddamn hissy fits and tell me whats wrong i may be able to help you out" Niall said crossing his arms over his bare chest, looking down at me. I cried out in frustration. "God! I hate this shit! I really do" i yelled, punching the pillow.

"What is it Hann? Did Zayn..do something?" he asked, kneeling in front of me, gently prying my hands off my face.

"What?! No! Zayn would never do anything!" i said, my face twisting.

"Then what is it,sis?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for clues.

"Mike" i hissed, my breath shallow. I hated that boy from the core of my heart. I really did. Niall's hands went hard, his lips pressed into a thin line, his anger evidently blazing in his blue eyes.

"What did he do?" Niall asked after a few minutes, his voice low. 

I pulled him up to sit next to me on the couch. "Promise me you won't tell Zayn how much this affects me, i mean he was there when Mike called me day before, but i didn't get hyper in front of him" he raised his eyebrows at my request, "Please" i said.

"Okay" he said, releasing a breath.

"So he just called you once, right?" Niall asks, his face in his hands. "Yup, he called only once, but he's been texting me. Ni, its killing me you know? I don't want to worry Zayn, but i really hate Mike. Hate him. And this stuff is bothering me" i said, throwing my phone on his lap.

I leaned my head back on the sofa, closing my eyes. All the stuff Mike said in those messages rushes back.

Slut.

Whore.

I'm back.

Wimp.

You're dead.

You won't even know when you're drugged, fucked and trashed.

You better watch your back Baker, cuz thats where i'll be. 

I open my eyes, pushing back tears, pressing the heel of my palm onto my temples.

I turned to look at Niall, his face had gone white as a sheet, his fingers clutching my phone. "I will kill him. I will fucking kill this guy if he ever lays a hand on you. I will snap every goddamn bone in his body, i will-" Niall yells, his hands clencehed into fists, his face red with rage.

"Niall, please" i said, taking his hand. "Shut up, Hannah. I'm not listening to you this time. Seriously. I don't mean to sound rude, but stop it. You have no reason or obligation to protect that son of a bitch, you got that? He lays a finger on you and he's dead. Even if you don't tell me i will know" Niall said grabbing my shoulders so i was looking into his eyes."Okay?" he said, his face flushed with anger.

I let out a shaky breath,"Okay, and Niall...thank you for everything" . 

"I don't back down on promises" he said, wrapping his arms around me.

"I still think you should tell Zayn, he'll be hurt if you don't" Niall said, breaking our embrace.

*I like the summer rain

I like the sounds you make

We put the world away

We get so disconnected

You are my getaway

You are my favorite place

We put the world away

Yeah we're so disconnected*

"I think thats a sign that you should" Niall said, signalling to my ringing phone. Zayn's calling.

"Hey baby" Zayn said when i answered. "Hey-y" i said, smiling at Niall who was walking away.

"My parents are taking my sisters and me to Chicago for a week for a cousin's wedding, mum asked if you wanted to come along?" he said, a streak of hope that i may say yes.

A week away from here, away from the risk of Mike, a week with Zayn and his family. A week without stress.

But then again, one entire week of hiding something from Zayn, and i can't do that. I can't deceive him.

I let out a breath, "Babe, i think i'll stay here, Sean's going to Sydney next month anyways and he's been dying to spend some time with Niall, Cole and me."

"Oh, okay then. I'm leaving day after. Can we meet tonight for dinner then? We haven't been on a date yet" he said, sounding somewhat dejected.

"Okay, i'll be ready by 7" i say, smiling into the phone.

"Okay" he said.

"Zayn?" i questioned right before he was hanging up.

"Yes babe?" he said, his voice soft like he knew something was wrong.

"I- I love you. I love you so much" i said, my voice trembling.

I heard him let out a breath, "I love you too Han, more than you know. And you know you can always tell me if somethings wrong"

"Yes, i know that, i'll see you soon, bye" i said, wanting to get off the phone before the tears start.

"Yes, bye" he said, hanging up.

How did i land such a perfect guy? How? , a part of me said

Shut up, you're letting Mike get into your head, the other part of me scolded

I love Zayn so much but i can't tell him, he'll be worried, my mind stated.

If you love him so much, you wont lie to him, my heart whispered.

I stood up, brushing away my tears. Mike Hamilton means nothing, i am not gonna let him ruin my relationship with Zayn. I will tell Zayn tonight. I will.