Heartbeat (( Zarry Stylik Fan Fiction/Short Story ))

Chapter Three (( Harry's Point of View ))

I wasn't exactly sure what I was planning on doing the next morning, but I was almost positive that I needed to 'break up' with Zayn.  I would simply tell the press that he doesn't feel anything for me anymore, and still liked Perrie.  I mean... that's the truth, right?  Of course it was.  He wouldn't have gone on a date with his ex if it wasn't.  With that thought, I untangled myself of the sheets and tugged some boxers on.  Clambering out of my room after shrugging on some sweats on shaking my curls out, I trotted down the stairs.  I licked my lips, tipping my head to the side and narrowing my eyes as the smell of bacon and eggs flooded my sense.  What the hell...?

Cautiously wandering into the kitchen, my eyebrows shot up in surprise as I glanced over the breakfast Zayn was attempting to cook.  His back was to me, but I could tell he was deeply focused on making the food.  I took the time to observe his bare back, the way his shoulder blades were slightly jutted out - making them look twice as large and muscular.  He actually look-- no, he doesn't look hot from behind.  I mentally slapped myself, furrowing my eyebrows into a scowl now.

He's my bandmate.

He embarressed me twice.

He pretended to be my fake boyfriend.

He went on a date with his ex.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I simply repeated these things in my head as I cleared my throat to get him attention, "Since when can you cook?"  I sneered, sitting at the kitchen table and glaring fiercly at Zayn.  I watched him flinch, but I didn't budge from my position.  He needed to learn that he can't just go off with other girls when he's in a relationship... even if it was fake.

"Look, Haz-"

"Harry.  Only my friends can call me Haz."  I interrupted, watching his face crease into a frown.

"Right.  Look Harry, I'm so fucking sorry for going out with Perrie.  I didn't think anyone would see, but nothing happened!  We were out for like... like half an hour?  What do you think we did; have crazy, wild sex in the cafe's toilets?"  He snapped.  I stood up then, slamming my hand down onto the table.

"Fuck you.  I couldn't give two shits if you went out with Perrie.  It's the fact that we were supposed to be dating because of you, and then you go ahead and go out with your ex-girlfriend!  You've made - not only bad publicity for you, but for me too!  You've dragged me into your fucked up life, and just to make this clear for you I'm 'breaking up' with you today by saying you cheated.  At least then I might get some fucking sympathy."  I was beyond angry now, and I couldn't find it in me to stop myself.

"Shut the fuck up, Harry!  You need sympathy and pity now from people you don't even know?  That's pathetic, and you think that people are going to believe I cheated on you?  Only an idiot would believe that bullshit."

And I did it.

I punched him.

Right along the bridge of his nose.

Beneath my fist, I could feel the cartilage being crush beneath my large fist - creating a crunching sound.  Zayn let out a cry of pain, screwing his face up and stumbling back to grasp his nose.  I retracted my hand back, eyes widening at the way I'd just snapped at my best friend like that.  What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?  I shook my head, curls flopping in front of my green eyes and I began to step back away from Zayn who was beginning to choke back sobs.

"H-Harry, I think you broke my nose."  He gasped, his eyes still clenched shut.  Shit!

"I... erm... I can't..."  I stumbled back further before turning and scampering out of the room.  I slammed my bedroom door shut with a loud slam, collapsing onto my bed.

At first, I just stared at the wall blankly.  What else was I supposed to do?  I just broke Zayn's nose and then ran off on him without even an apology?  I was seriously going insane.  He deserved it.  He broke your trust.

You know how some people say they have a devil on their shoulder?  Well, that's how I feel right now.  I want to punch some sense into Zayn, I want to hurt him for making me feel so damn confused and saying such cruel things to me.  But, at the same time, I want to hug him and apologize for being so mean to him.  I buried my head into my hands, letting out a muffled sob.  This was just so damn confusing!  I think I need to get away from Zayn for a while, but if I can't leave the boys' or the band.  That wouldn't be right.  I can't be that selfish.  My eyes lit up, an idea striking in my head as I shot up from my bed.  I dragged out my suitcases I used when we were on tour, yanking out random piles of clothes and tossing them into the many suitcases.  I was practically tearing the room apart, my face creased up into a permanent scowl.