"you know they're just jealous of you harrie. they always have been. they have huge ass insecurities themselves so to make themselves feel better they pick on you." zayn states.
harrie just rolls her eyes at that. "people make fun of people because they have some truth into it zayn. everyone always makes up some excuse but if it was really because they have insecure themselves they'll understand making fun of others isn't okay. truth is though, they believe in the words. otherwise they're just hypocritical assholes." harrie finished.
zayn sighs.
"why do you say that?"
"take my mom for instance. she's in her forties and still looks like she's twenty-five. she has a beautiful husband who supports her every need, an athletic step-son, and she has a lot of fucking money and never worked a day in her life. she's the definition of perfect. everyone says perfection doesn't exist. that everyone has something but my mom is a prime example of not having something. and yet, she still makes her own daughter feel insecure as fuck."
"she did have something though harrie. her marriage didn't work with your dad. isn't that something?"
harrie shakes her head. "my mom never loved my dad. she loved the thought of my father. this is why she cheated on him. she got her cake and ate it too."
"im sorry you had to deal with all that alone harrie. i know i said this already but i should have been there."
harrie smiles at him. "you're here now."
zayn smiles back at her. "wanna watch tv?"
harrie nods.
"i want to watch american horror story and get blasted?"
zayn laughs.
"we should watch season two then."
"fuck yeah!"
