Over Again

Chapter 3

Okay... so this is the third chapter and I'm already frieking out about what I'm going to write. I knew I should've just given up

What do you guys thinks? Should I continue or scratch this little project?

Harry's P.O.V.

Little Nialler has a crush on the nice lady and wants to call her. "You should play hard to get. She'll want you even more." I said but unsure of the feelings of the former towards the latter. Louis agreed but soon enough changed his mind. I removed my shirt because it was getting hot in the house because no one has turned on the A.C. yet. "CALL HER!!!!" Louis nudged and Niall gave in. He took out the Zafrina's number and started dialing. I took the picture and started running towards the door so I could run farther.

As I reached the door, I looked back to see if Niall caught up but no such luck for the leprechaun. As I turned around I bumped into Zayn, crotch first. We both fell to the ground. It really hurt. Fuck. I looked at Zayn though with a small slit because of the wincing pain in my lower region. I swear it hurt like hell!

Zayn looked at me, then he turned slight red. What the? Was he angry at me? For just bumping into him? Something's wrong.

What's Zayn's problem? He always acts like this towards me. Got me thinking, am I really that bad of a person?

I didn't notice Liam standing by door, but I knew he walked behind Zayn. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Thanks mate." I said out of gratitude. "What did you do? He has been acting strangely since the interview." He stated. That's right I noticed how Zayn fidgeted in his seat earlier and the way he didn't look at me. "What the hell did I do?" I asked myself more than asking Liam. He just shrugged. I didn't know what I did to Zayn but I'm going to find out. I followed Zayn up the stairs.

Zayn's P.O.V.

 

"Get it together Malik. You are strong. You can do this. You can resist it. Block it out." I said to myself trying to stop myself from sobbing. I tried joking with myself "Conceal, don't feel, don't let it show" just had to say it. Hahaha. That did the trick. I stopped crying. I stood up and walked to the bed.

I collapsed my whole wait on the bed. As I was wiping the tear tracks on my face, Harry just barged through the door, followed by a worried Liam, trying to stop Harry but a little too late.

Harry saw the tear tracks. He asked me, "Zayn did I do this?" he said touching my wet cheeks. Shit he's seen me cry. I just denied his inquiry. "No, don't flatter yourself Styles. And why did you barge in my room without permission?" He blinked and said, "I just thought I did something wrong, you were acting a bit strange earlier and why are you crying?" I just chuckled; scared to stop the play I put up, "You should get use to my weirdness by now. I was crying because I miss my mum and sisters."

"Then let's go to them." Harry smiled like there is no problem in the world and that he could fix anything. I loved that smile.

"What about Paul?" I asked

"Well, while you to were talking, I talked to Paul, I said to him that Zayn is not in good shape right now and that we had to take care of you." Liam, acting like daddy direction, once again said. "He agreed."