" Mate ! You did what ? With Flack ? What is wrong with you ?" Zayn glared at him.
" Everything ! Everything is wrong with me okay ? I don't know what happened. She woke up naked in my bed this morning. I was drunk." Harry explained making his way to the couch.
" That's not an excuse." Zayn joined his position.
" I know. I know." He repeated." What am I going to tell her ?' Harry continued with a question.
" Don't worry, I heard it all." I walked down the stairs ready to leave.
" M'god." Harry stood up." Please let me explain, please." He held me back taking hold of my wrist.
" Fuck off, Harry." I yanked my hand free with a glance of pain.
" Way to go you dumb piece of curls." I heard Zayn slap his arm.
You know how those cheesy quotes always talk about having your heart broken, how it's the worst feeling ever and just feeling betrayed ? Not good enough ? They've been proven right. I had so many emotions boiling up inside of me. I just walked. I walked and walked, trying to forget ? Let go ? I don't know. There are so many things I don't know. And some things I'd like to keep that way.
" Seriously ?" I yelled as the light rain drops dropped leaving a trail of wet trails all over me.
" Bell !" A voice echoed behind me.
" Who th-" I stopped talking once revelation of who's curls those are wetly bouncing off hit.
" Listen to me, please. Just give me one minute." Harry inhaled deep breaths.
" No. Why should I ? " I asked pushing my wet strands of hair back.
" Because you only heard a part of the story." He stepped closer trying to digest his point in.
" I heard enough. Just seriously stop trying." I took a step not wanting anything to associate with him right now.
" Why can't you just let me talk ?!"
" Because every time we talk, everything gets ruined okay ?"
" That's because you do most of the talking !"
" You're unbelievable." I gasped quietly. " You cheated ! Cheated ! Do you know what that means ? Do you know how that makes me feel ?"
" And do you know how that makes me feel ? I feel like an idiot ! I was drunk and I actually enjoyed it." I wasn't sure if those were tears or just rain drops dripping from his lashes.
" That's not an excuse. How many times did I get drunk ? How many times did I go clubbing ? But do you see me waking up in a stranger's bed ?"
" That's because I was with you the whole time !"
" Yeah well you woke up in your ex's bed. Ex ! Harry your goddamn fucking ex."
" Babe,please. Just please calm down." His hands found their way to the top of my shoulders trying to put some sense to me.
" Don't call me that. And don't touch me." I jerked his hands off not standing his touch.
" Don't leave." He stopped me right in my track.
" Why ? So I can hear some more bullshit ? Thank you but no thank you." I didn't even bother to look back at his face.
" Not unless I say so." He once again pulled my wrist back, only gently.
" Let go of me." I hissed but fighting back.
Our bodies were so close, I could feel his hot breath warming me up against the breezy rain. I was fully aware of where this is leading. Except I was really lingering for his touch. As full of hatred as I was right now, there still was a part with an opposite feeling. His lips brushed against mine going deeper. We stood there for a second, middle of some random street, both full of hatred and love at the same time, and locking tangled lips passionately.
" As much as I enjoyed that, I really fucking hate you right now." My lips mumbled vibrations against his as I pulled away leaving.