Drifter | (Harry Styles AU) • COMPLETE

Chapter 71.

Anissa's POV

"Where is he Zayn?" I ask, breaking the silence that has fogged over the conference room for the past two hours.

"I.. I don't know," He sighs with a nervous look on his face, checking his phone again,"He'll be here. Just ten more minutes. Please?"

"Oka..." I begin to say before my father clears his throat shaking his head, no.

"I'm sorry Zayn but he's nearly two and a half hours late. I have other important things to take care of before the wedding rehearsal tonight. Please give Harry my sincerest regards, but we will need to reschedule this meeting for Monday," My father says, standing up.

"But papa.."

"The meeting will be postponed until Monday Anitza. That's final," My father tells me firmly, collecting his things.

"Have a good afternoon Zayn," My father says before exiting the conference room.

"I'm sorry we wasted your time Anissa," Zayn says packing up his things into his brief case.

"It's fine," I say feeling slightly relieved and disappointed at the same time. I had really wanted to see Harry just to see him one final time for closure but at the same time I don't feel ready to.Maybe the extra weekend will help me sort myself out. Hell who am I kidding no amount of time will help me cop with all of this because I'm still not over him.

"How are you?"

"I'm doing okay," I lie.

"Glad to hear it. At least one of you is," Zayn says with an unexpected attitude,"You're doing great while Harry is running himself into the ground."

"Zayn, stop," I say before he can say anymore.

"You and I both know exactly why he missed this meeting." Zayn continues. His face looks hard and I can tell he's already chosen sides. Harry's. And I don't blame him.

"It's my fault, just like everything else thanks for reminding me!"

"I thought you loved him, I thought you were going to be there for him," Zayn says angrily, over me,"How could you just leave him? He needs you!"

"I didn't leave, he did!"

"You should have went after him."

"I did okay, I did. Don't speak on things you have no clue about," I defend, my voice cracking,"I tried so hard to find him when he left, I drove around for days looking for him. I slept in my car countless times trying to find him. So don't tell me that I didn't try to get him back. I know I fucked up but I tried to make it better. I did."

"If you wanted to him back why didn't you go to his father's funeral? He needed you that day. You should have been able to put aside your hurt from the breakup to comfort him," Zayn continues.

"I didn't know he died until my parents came back from the funeral," I say softly remembering another death that occurred around that time.

"You could have reached out to him after the funeral then your parents left two days later."

"I was too wrapped up in my own shit that's why Zayn," I say using Harry's exact words.

"What could have been more important then being there for him? You just said you wanted him back and that you wanted to..."

"I had a miscarriage," I tell him, unexpected tears leaving my eyes.

"What?" Zayn says in disbelief no longer sounding as angry.

"I was pregnant. I was pregnant and I didn't even know," I tell him taking a deep breath, trying to pull myself together.

"Does Harry know?" Zayn asks with a pained look on his face.