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"Pick up please?" Zayn said nervously as he calls Harry for the hundredth time today.

He was so nervous about those news articles getting out he immediately wanted to call Harry to inform him nothing was going on.

Though, he should have called the moment Gigi tweeted she was hanging with Kendall.

Harry already knew about him hanging with her but to add one of his ex's in the mix, besides Perrie of course, he should have known better.

"Come on Baby, please pick-"

"You've reached Harry Styles. I'm sorry I missed your call but I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you and Treat People With Kindness."

Zayn sighs before deciding to leave a voicemail.

"Baby, it's me. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you Gigi was coming. I was just- Look, nothing happened okay. We were laughing and catching up but we weren't even talking about us at all. We were mostly talking about you, I swear! Please call me back when you get this message babe. I love you."

Zayn bites his lip before hanging up the phone.

He sighs heavily.

He had no idea what was going on in his beautiful boyfriends head but he hoped that everything was well.

He couldn't lose him, not like this.

Harry meant everything and more to him.

He was the one, Zayn knew that much.

Their was no one else that he'd want to spend the rest of his fucked up life with.

Harry was more than just a boyfriend, he was his best friend.

Before they started dating he was one of the people he could just speak to.

It wasn't any feedback, no sad looks, no stress, nothing.

It was just an easy conversation with someone he wasn't even that close with at the time.

Zayn smiles at the thought of actually having that for the rest of his life, just someone to talk to, someone to listen, just Harry in general.

His train of thought was lost when his cellphone ranged.

He sat up quickly and saw the Caller ID, 'Boo 🥰😌' on his screen.

Zayn answered quickly.

"Baby?"

All he heard were sobs.

"Harry, are you crying?" Zayn bites his lips guilty.

"My mom has called me six times, wondering if you and I were okay. Usually I ignore the media, I push every last word they say down and trust in you, trust in us. After, my mom calls and ask if we're fine and I always tell her, everything is good. I tell her you love me and wouldn't hurt me, I tell her, you tell me the truth every second of the day, I explain to her that you've always keep me posted on things to do when we're a few miles apart, even if it's just for a few hours. But this time I had nothing. I- I couldn't even tell my mom things were good because I had no idea what my boyfriend was up to." Harry sobs.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I swear nothing happened."

"I don't care that you hung out with Gigi. I care That you didn't fucking warn me about it! I care that these last few months has been hell for me. You don't call as much as you use to, you don't text me random hours of the day anymore, you don't even have time for me in your apparently busy schedule and I'm the one on tour, you barely even say you love me anymore. It has me questioning if you even do. M-maybe whoever this source is, if they're real, know more about y-you. Maybe you do want her back."

"No baby, no. Gigi and I are just friends. I swear it."

"I- it's okay If you do Z-Zayn. I- I won't mind."

"Baby I promise-"

"Maybe I should make it easier for you."

Zayn heart started to beat rapidly.

"What are you saying?

"I'm saying this- this was fun while it lasted. Goodbye Zayn."

The line soon went dead.

"Harry? Baby? Please don't do this." Zayn cried out.

Zayn lost the most important thing in his life.

Why did he have to go and screw it all up?