Harry was just sitting on his couch with his phone clutched tightly in hands.
"Why not me? Why am I like this? Why am I not her? Why why why-"
He broke into tears.
This happens every time. Every single time. Back in One Direction days Zayn left him for Perrie and now history repeated itself. Zayn left him for Gigi. Why? why? why?
It was 24 march today. Gigi posted a picture of her and Zayn kissing.
Almost 5 months ago, Zayn told him that he loved him. But now he's not sure if it was true or not.
Harry was in Japan. He was just writing down random verses and stuff when he got a phone call from and unknown number. He frowned.
"Who is calling me at 2 in the morning?" He mumbled to himself.
*on the call*
"Hello?" Harry spoke.
No answer.
"Hello?!" He tried again, all he could hear was sound of someone sobbing. His heart clutched, he know who this is. How can he forget? The man who broke his heart 4 years ago, the man who broke his heart into million small pieces.
"Zayn?" He whispered completely shocked. Why the fuck Zayn is calling him after 4 years?
"Harreh..." Zayn whispered from the other side of call his voice so low that Harry barely heard him.
"Zayn what the-"
"I love you, I really really really love you Haz" Zayn whispered.
Harry took a deep breathe. He wants to laugh. Laugh bitterly. What is this? A sick joke?
"No you don't" Harry replied with a deep voice. How dare Zayn call him after 4 freaking years that too at 2 freaking am and just lie to him?
"Haz....don't be like this...please" he heard Zayn whisper, he noticed to guilt and pain in his voice but he just can't give his guards down like this again.
"What do you mean by don't be like this huh Zayn?! You just call me after 4 freaking years, lie to me telling me that you love me? What do you expect me to do Zayn?!" Harry is crying himself now.
"Haz please I'm sorry, and I'm not lying I love you, I love you, I love you"
"What to you want from me Zayn?" Harry whispers.
"Give me love" Zayn's voice cracked at the end.
"Huh?"
"You heard me. Give me love."
"How?" Harry's confused.
"Open your door."
"Okay Zayn what the fuck?" Zayn's name seem so foreign on his lips yet so familiar.
"Just open the door Haz." Haz, it felt so good to hear that name from Zayn's mouth again. As cheesy as it sounds it felt like someone was pouring honey in his ears
The thought left soon and, he stood up and walked towards the door.
He opended the door revealing a very drunk looking Zayn, held on his feet by non other than his best friend; Riana.
"What the fuck?!" Harry almost screamed.
"Riana you just to go for a walk or something and come back with a man who I haven't talked to in 4 years? What the Shakespearean fudge is going on?!" He said.
