This Thing Upon Me [Order The eBook] [Harry Styles]

Chapter 35

(DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. It's important to remember this is all totally fabricated, embellished, and exaggerated for entertainment purposes.)

Well did she make you cry?

Make you break down?

Shatter your illusions of love?

And is it over now? Do you know how?

Pickup the pieces and go home.

Fleetwood Mac | Gold Dust Woman

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"What the f—k happened??" I demanded, the second he picked up the other line. I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, partly in shock, partly to brace myself. There was a long pause, during which he took a deep breath. This was probably only our second call since running into each other on Valentine's Day at the gala, and I stopped now to realize how rapidly everything had moved since then. Were we already back here? Creeping around? F—king in the dark? Getting caught? We'd never been caught before. Not like this.

"Zayn...speak!" I snapped.

"I...I don't know. I don't f—kin' k-know, babe—"

"Ok, ok, ok..." I eased off. "We, uh...we just need to like stop, I think, and just f—king think for a minute and figure it all out, alright? What exactly did she say?"

"Haz, I dunno..."

"Where are you?"

"In the car," he croaked.

"Where?" There was another pause.

"I dunno...some buildin'. Babe, I just drove...then I had to pull over for a bit..."

"When'd you find out?" I laid over the foot of the mattress and buried my face in my arm.

"Few minutes ago, yeah? It's been a little while. She came by...and just s-started...freakin' out. Screamin' and cryin' and throwin' sh-t. I've never seen her soh mad. She broke the window in the bedroom from the outside, like... then smashed the back window of me car. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with 'er at first, till she said your name..." I cringed, squeezing my eyes shut.

"F—k..." I breathed, despair heightening. It was over. Just like that. Just that fast. I had gotten him back, but now he was taken from me in an instant. And worse, we had ruined ourselves in the process. She would destroy us. My mom always told me 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,' and I feared we were about to experience the fire and brimstone of that fury firsthand. 

Her initial tirade would only be the beginning. From her perspective, it was all bad. Not only had he f—ked someone else, he had f—ked another dude. There was no coming back from this, for any of us, but especially her. By all accounts, she had been betrayed, discounted, and humiliated.

"Haz...it's gonna be okay." He was changing his tune now. My silence must've gotten to him. He was trying to sound optimistic, but failed miserably. "Babe, I'm gonna take care of it..." What the hell did that mean? "I'm not gonna let anything hurt youh...or us, okay?"