Mr. & Mrs. Malik

Ch.13 All Bets Are Off

Zayn:
"Mum! I-I can't breath!" I said gasping as I clutch onto the phone in my hand.

"Zayn take a deep breath I'm five minutes away." She shouts to me trying to remain calm for me.

"Listen to me closely, I want you to turn on your shower and put the water on the coldest it can go and get in." She said as a demand.

"Okay mum." I  manage to the hotel's bathroom, and turn on the shower. I put my phone on the floor before I crawl into the shower. The cold water hits my burning skin hard. It feels like shards piercing my skin and I sigh out of relief.

"Zayn I'm in the hotel. What number are you again."

I said in my head. I want the words to come out put they won't. My mouth is wide open and I can feel the words on my tongue but it doesn't come out.

My eyes starts to feel heavy, my body feels numb and my heart starts to beat calmly. I wonder briefly to myself, is this what death feels like.

Holland Pov-
"Zayn will kill himself if he finds out about this, what do you want," I said as I realized who is at the door.

"Holland, you look beautiful as ever," Harry says as he walks in.

"Harry keep the small talk to yourself. You can't just come unannounced at our house"

"Our? two weeks after your marriage, you called this his house. What changed?" His green eyes pierced mine.

"My feelings for the both of you. My feelings for you faded while his evolved."

"I remember there was a time where you said that you will always love me, Holland."  His swift hand cupped my cheek and I froze. It's been years since the last time we touched. His touch feels the same but how I'm responding is different. I don't shiver out of lust anymore. My heart doesn't flutter anymore neither.

"Harry that was two years ago. You left me, Zayn didn't."

"I had my reasons!" He said is desperation.

I slap his hand away. "And I asked for them. I even waited for months for them. But it's been years and I'm over it, as well as you."

"You see I don't believe that a love as powerful as ours could go away after two years of marriage, I don't care how hard you try to convince yourself."

"Then maybe it wasn't true love. Because what I feel for Zayn is so different from what I felt with you."

Harry eyes drop, those shiny green eyes that I used to love became dull. "Oh." He mumbles.

I bite my lip. "Harry I'm truly happy with Zayn. And I wish that you both can see it. Therefore my life will be easier. I'm going to need you to leave. I don't think that it will be appropriate if you stay any longer at our house." I said being firm.

"I-I can't move. You're truly happier with him. And I want you to be happy, but it kills me knowing that it's with Zayn. And if it wasn't going to be me, I wish it was with someone new, not my best friend, not Zayn." Harry said his eyes bloodshot red at this point.

My heart drops, Not for Hary, but because this is what Zayn must have been feeling for so many years.

"I know that I hurt you, and I know that he probably won't ever put you through what I put you through but I'm still I love with you."

Suddenly I feel enraged. "Why are you doing this to me."

"I'm happy, why could you never let me be happy!"

"Baby I'm sorry." He kneels down beside me and wraps his long arms around me.

I wiggle himself off of me "If you ever loved me like you say do you, you will let someone who deserves me love me how you never could."

He looks up at me in disbelief. "You know why I left? My father's company was going in bankrupt. I was embarrassed to tell anyone, but I confined it in my best friend."

Harry chuckles darkly. "And you know what he said? That he will loan us the money, if I packed up my shit and leave you behind."

"So before you praise your husband for being this honorable man, just know Zayn doesn't deserve you either." Harry said with anger in his voice.

"Goodnight Holland."