A Penny For Your Tears [Z.M]

Twenty Nine

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"Come on, Olivia, Zayn said you had to stay here until you were fully recovered." Harry argued for the hundredth time and I responded with an eye-roll.

"I don't care what Zayn said or says anymore, I'm doing what I want to do." I shouted back at him, struggling to put on my shoes. Jonathon and Harry looked at each other hopelessly, unsure of what to do.

"Olivia, please don't make me force you to stay here." Harry begged and I stood up abruptly.

"Force me?" I laughed, "force me." I repeated again with a head shake. "What are you going to do? Lock me in his room? Make me wait for him like some sort of a slave?" Harry didn't respond and I used this as an opportunity to take my bag from his hand. "Thought so." I muttered, turning on my heal to leave Zayn's home and return to that of my grandparents. Neither Harry nor Jonathon made much of an effort to stop me and instead followed me silently.

"Olivia!" Aaliyah exclaimed when she saw me from her position on the porch, she ran towards me, enveloping me in a tight hug. I winced at the impact, she was unknowingly crushing my broken arm. She took a step back, a bewildered expression on her face when she  gasped in realization. "What happened to you?"

"Uhm,well-"

"There was a bit of an accident during skiing, she had to remain in the hospital for awhile which is why we're back so late." Harry lied effortlessly and I forced a smile, nodding in agreement.

"Oh, wow, I'm so sorry." She said softly, helping into my home. "Wait, where's Zayn?" She asked, looking back to see that it was only Harry, Jonathon and I.

"He needed to stay back and do some administrative work." I responded quickly and Harry gave me a quick nod in approval, not that I cared for it anyway.

My grandparents were in shock when they saw the state I was in and pined after my every beck and call before I eventually told them I just needed some rest. They stood up, immediately rushing to help me up the stairs only leaving when I was settled in my bed. I looked at my window into Zayn's room, a few stray tears escaping my eyes as I thought of him and how, for all I knew,  he was probably already dead. I hated him for leaving me, I hated him for not saying goodbye and I hated him because I cared so fucking much about him despite him being the asshole that he was. I felt the edge of my bed dip as Harry came to sit next to me. I made sure my back was turned towards him, I was angry at him for being here instead of being out there with Zayn.

"Liv," He began, placing a gently arm on my leg.

"It's Olivia to you." I reprimanded and I heard him sigh.

"Please don't be angry with me or with Zayn. You know he has to do this. He would've gone on this trip whether you were here or not. You're important to him but he-"

"What exactly are you trying to say to me right now Harry?" I said with hostile tone as I sat up in bed.

"No, what I mean-"

"No, Harry, what are you saying? That I'm not important enough for Zayn to reconsider risking his life? Or that he has priorities other than me? Or perhaps, you're trying to tell me that unlike Zayn, you actually think I'm important and that unlike Zayn you'd actually listen to me." My words were harsh and venomous and Harry contorted his face, trying not to show his pain and anger.

"No, that's not -"

"Well, get this Harry, unlike Zayn, your sitting here pining over me, while he's out there risking his life to save that of others. So yes, Zayn might not listen to me or think that I'm not important but unlike you he's not a fucking coward."