Ari's POV
I see Harry but I also see someone else... Taylor. I lose my breath, and I grip onto the door so I don't fall over.
Harry jumps up off the couch where he and Taylor were sitting. Well Harry was sitting... Taylor was leisurely laying on him.
"Ari, I promise you, nothing happened. She called me last nigh-"
"So she's been here since last night?" I ask, demandingly.
"Yes, well no. Ari please just let me explain," he stutters.
"Harry, I called you asking for forgiveness for something that wasn't even my fault, and you told me to go after Zayn when you and Taylor were doing who knows what in your flat! I don't think you have ever felt anything toward me except pity!" I yell as I run out crying.
Liam has left already and so I was crying on a sidewalk, heartbroken, in the pouring rain, again. Cliche much? Yep. How many times has this happened? Twice? I'm back to square one. This time I'm not even trying to get out of the rain I just run while I cry. Run as far as I can.
I end up stopping at the park where I continue to cry on the cold wet grass. I lye there for about an hour as day turns into night.
I hear people yelling my name. I stay there, unable to move. The voices clear up and I pick out Louis and Zayn's voices.
"Ari?!" I hear Louis say. I don't respond. I see a light coming toward me. They are holding flashlights.
"Ari!" Zayn says as he runs up to me, picking me up. I can't respond but I bury my face into his chest. "Ari, are you okay?" Zayn asks comforting me. I finally build up the energy to say something.
"Zayn," I say.
"Yes?" He asks.
"I'm sorry for what I said," I say as I start to cry again. He holds me closer as he starts to walk, Louis following behind.
"I understand Ari, I know how you and Harry felt about each other and I kissed you anyways," he says. Hearing Harry's name makes me cry even harder.
"I'm sorry for the mess I have made," I say.
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