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nineteen

from zayn: please talk to me, i'll tell you everything

from zayn: what liam said isn't true, he's being a dick. 

from zayn: we didn't fuck, i didn't fuck anyone, i swear

from zayn: please answer

from zayn: i love you, please let's talk about everything

from zayn: i don't wanna lose you over this baby

from zayn: i love you

(15) missed calls from zayn

harry stared at his phone, blurry vision. his emotions have been all over the place lately. he so badly wanted to be with zayn, until all this shit happened. harry was sick and tired of it. he was emotionally drained. he didn't know what to do at this point. it felt like anything that could go wrong, went wrong. why? why did the universe have to target them? why couldn't they just be the perfect couple like in the movies?

harry sniffles and just stares down at the texts, not knowing what to do. does he go to zayn and talk about this? or does it just ignore him and forget everything that was said? he knew that the moment the two made up, there was gonna be something else to argue about, exactly what he didn't want. he just want one day, one week where they didn't argue and scream at one another. when would it ever end? when they finally called it quits?

he doesn't know what scared him more, staying in this relationship or leaving it all behind. harry was only seventeen, and he thought he was in love, he is in love. with only a few months weeks remaining until he graduated and was to began college. he and zayn planned to go to college together, live together while doing so, and be together always. harry could feel their future slowly slipping away as the days passed.

young love murder is what this feels like. harry didn't want it to end like this. he saw his entire future with zayn and it's being ruined. it's not only being torn apart by the arguments itself, but simply by the fact that he and zayn have no trust in one another, hardly no communication. harry believes everything he hears and zayn has a horrible temper. harry was trying to fight it, trying to fight the imagine of zayn being with someone else other then him. trying to believe that what he was hearing wasn't what was true at all. harry thought about how much he cared for, and loved zayn, and how he never wanted to let anyone to come in between them. and for the first time, he couldn't see it.

he couldn't see it because, he didn't believe it was possible for someone to come in between them. of course he didn't want to believe it was possible, but this time, he felt it within himself. he felt that if for once he stopped listening everybody else, that there was always a bigger picture, and not just what he was seeing or hearing. there's only two sides to one story, that being the lies and the truth and harry should have trust in zayn that he would be the one telling the truth.

trust, was the number one thing putting a strain on this relationship. something they both had an issue with. maybe it was time to start putting their trust in one another, before jumping to conclusions on every occasion. especially harry, he was bad for that from the very beginning. he doesn't know if it's because he was insecure, or he simply had no faith in zayn, but he knew he needed to have have faith in zayn. otherwise, things would never work out.

harry wipes his eyes after a while. he wasn't about to let that rat faced piece of shit tell him things that are obviously untrue. harry never liked nor trusted liam from the beginning, why should he trust his words over zayn's? as for the picture with gigi that was posted, harry was just gonna have to hear that story from zayn himself. they needed a talk.

and not just some angsty little teen talk where they apologize, exchange loving words and move on, they needed to really talk. spill their guts out on a platter. be the adults that they were becoming, sort out their issues, find the problem, fix it. communicate. after all they've been through together, they owe that to one another then to just walk away.

harry bites his lips as he composes a message with shaky hands, deleting and retyping a message too many times, not really knowing what to say, before finally sending a short one to zayn.

to zayn: come over..

from zayn: i'm coming right now bby

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