Forbidden

Chapter sixty-one

"No. I-I don't believe you. What..." I look through Harry trying to find something I missed. But all I could remember is how happy Zayn had been. Also the breakfast note...

What's Harry saying then? He must be mistaken but that didn't stop my body to tremble.

"And because he predicted that you'll act like this he made me tell you." he countered. He expects me to just take it as it is. I'm seeing his eyebrows falling down into a very deep frown lips pursing to a line.

There was something off about Harry. Nothing added up, and he seemed hesitant every time he spoke. I stood still for a moment. My eyebrows furrowed together as I thought through what had happened.

I couldn't believe the words he had spoken. It was almost like a blow to my chest, and it only took me a brief moment to process them.

"I told you he's only using you." he added gently."Listen to me I'm not fucking around. It's better this way." he said with a clipped tone. Since when is Harry nice?

"Stop talking." I choke barely. "You don't know anything about us-" I wanted to correct him but he interrupted me.

This was too much.

"I know him Olivia, more than you ever will." he shouted back. He used my name for the first time."I tried to warn you." his tone got more calm.

"Thank you, really I appreciate it so much." I yell sarcastically, rubbing my chin."All you ever did was make me feel embarrassed and guilty for wanting him." I bit back pointing my finger in accusation at his direction."Why would you help me?"

"You didn't deserve this." he rasped lowly, he lowered his emerald eyes. "Sorry for telling you in this way."

"No you're not." I spat in a harsher sounding tone. Is this some sort of joke? Harry is apologizing after he ripped my heart with those words that supposedly came from Zayn.

"Don't blame me, blame him." he always had a response hadn't he? I put my hands on my waist, breathing shallow and in quick breaths while I frantically look around.

What is happening?

"Accept it and move on." he calmly insisted. I squinted my eyes in disbelief, he scoffed at my behavior, "Did you really think you can rely on him? I thought you were smarter." he lectured me looking me down. "Do you think you're the first one he convinced with words? Just to fuck chicks he would tell them they were different." his facial expression showing more than his words. I gasped, suddenly I couldn't breathe properly as the pressure was getting more stuffier on my chest. Why is he telling me this? "He fucked two sisters around the same time and when they found out he managed to make them fight against each other for him. And do you want to know what he did then? He had a threesome with some other random girls just to spite them." his voice sounded honest and the bile on my throat rose, my eyes pinched with unshed tears. Harry showed no sorrow, no sympathy while he told me these outrageous things. "Men like us tell you what you want to hear when we're looking for a quick fuck because we like to blame everyone for our shitty life and deceive others. After we get what we want-"

"Harry shut up." I whimper loudly. To say that his blunt words hurt would be a lie. They killed. I felt dead on the inside, and I hated myself for it. I even have time to feel a sickening jealousy because to me he was the only one. How many woman has Zayn sexually been involved with?

I can't believe Zayn would do that... I refuse to believe that he used same tricks to get me like he did with them. I stubbornly try to deny that he left me like this.

But after I look through different angles there's no other reason that suits the situation better than Harry's that Zayn isn't here right now. He disappeared for the day.