Harry's POV

I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor listening to the water fall from inside the shower. I felt so contented I could cry. Or I could cry because I felt so unclear. My head was pounding and I closed my eyes because for a moment I needed to be left alone with my thoughts and to think about the last twenty four hours, the last six months.

I had waited for this day to come. The day Victoria came back to me. My heart was never the same without her. She shifted my life and I changed hers. The minute we were torn apart we were catapulted into a life that was filled with uncertainties. But now that she's back I have the girl , it's her heart that I'm after. I'm probably being so fucking inconsiderate expecting things to snap back into place. Shouldn't they though? I'm still me, but I don't quite think she's still her. Within a blink of an eye she was gone. I still remember the feeling I got when I first saw her. It was like glancing into a distant time lapse and staring at someone that I knew would be by my side forever. The way she use to talk to me like she was telling me a story only I would ever hear and for me that was perfect.

Instead of going out there and telling her I stayed in here staring at the walls. Turns out I had no idea at all. I thought about all the things we never did and never in a million years would I have guessed I had a front row seat to our undoing.

Flipping my phone over and over in my hand it startled me when I heard it ring. Looking at the collar I.D my mood turned sour. I had been noticing her calls all week and avoiding them all together. She was a true pest nonetheless. Do I dare say that to Victoria with the girl being her best friend? What did she find interesting in Elizabeth? Or as she forces those around her to be called Beth. Annoying little red head she was.

"What?" I answered the telephone. Resting my head against the wood door in the bathroom the flickering lights affected my headache even worse somehow.
"Now I know Brits can be snippy but that wasn't warming." Beth said. I'm pretty sure it was her voice that made my head ache .

"Skip to the point." I urged.

"Are you with her?" She asked me.

"You mean Victoria then yes." I snorted, wiping my face.

"Well how is little miss victim Victoria? "Beth shot back. Her thick American accent was truly western.

"You've got some nerve saying that about your friend I might add. She's done absolutely nothing wrong to you. And after what you caused-"

"Now hold on sugar. I could just choke on this Prince Charming act you have been parading. I went and saw Victoria and she talked about you like nothing was wrong. Meaning you haven't told her." Her words were almost like weapons.

A moment of silence broke between us and for a moment letting her feel like she had the upper hand.

"How much longer do you think she will want you after she finds out? Your precious love will hate you." As I listened I leaned forward almost ready to break my phone in half.

Laughing while biting down on my lip."You think this is some twisted game? Quit wasting your time Elizabeth you're nothing but a deranged self centered person who is too fucked up to realize it."

"Darling, I'm no angel but just keep in mind. I did it once I can do it again." The phone went dead. Still holding it up to my ear feeling the worst possible pain in my skull I reacted more so than I thought about it. I forcefully tossed my phone at the wall causing destruction around me. Throwing my fist to the tile walls in the bathroom causing them to fracture. Thinking about all the trouble around me that I let happen, I snapped. What have I done?


Victoria's POV

Giving myself time to adjust to seeing Zayn's name appear on the screen gave me a sense of whiplash. Since this afternoon today was the first time I had thought about him and as for someone who was so close to me that was an awful feeling. I had three missed calls but zero text messages.

I immediately felt the urge to turn around and tell Harry to hear his thoughts on this. I didn't want to effect where we are now. I know these two haven't spoken in months. I was prepared to be straight forward so that Harry and I can start off on a good foot again. Until I realized the dates above the missed calls. The were all from the ending of last year.

Leaving me voicemails I'm surprised no on ever thought to listen to them. That made me wonder did he even visit me? Around the time of my grandmother's death seemed to propel all the other tragedies that were to ensure. When I needed a friend the most he was there. He knew of how close I was to her. It's nice to think in a way I got to spend time with her one last time.

I thought about listening to the voicemails when I went in the bathroom, but by the sounds of it Harry could be a while. So instead I slipped out into the hallway leaving the door cracked.Selecting the first message I pressed the phone against my ear. His voice was such a nice familiar melody.
"Chambers, I don't want you to think I'm following you or anything like that but I wanted to call and let you know ahead of time. To tell you I'll be at Stacey's party tonight. But I would be lying if I didn't say I'm looking forward to seeing you. I hope you'll talk to me. We need to talk." That was message was from September of last year.
I didn't know how I would react to listening to his messages. I didn't even remember why the two of us stopped talking. I bit the inside of my cheek while my thumb hovers over the second message. Without further hesitation I tapped it and rose the phone to my ear.

I didn't hear anything at first. Mostly background noise. Then I heard Zayn cough. When he spoke it sounded like he had been crying. "Please call me back as soon as you get this alright? Your phone's ringer is probably turned off that's why you didn't answer. You're fine, everything is fine. Just as long as you call me back." He voice was shaky and he sniffled between every word. Checking the date it was from the same night just a different time.

Scrolling down the last one dating back to three weeks ago. My eyeballs nearly bulged out of my head when I read that. Tapping this one faster than the other ones I pressed the phone to my ear pacing in circles as I chewed profusely on my cheek.

"Chambers! I heard the good news. Welcome back to the living. Listen before you hear it from anyone else or see in the media I wanted you to hear it from me first." His voice broke into nervous laughter. " Well I um-" Was the last thing I heard before my phone cut off. The battery was raging low and I knew that but yet I still tried to press it to come on. Then the symbol showing me that it needs to be charged carefully reminded me.

Frustrated, curious, and overall happy. Is how I would describe my state of union. I had kind of a sense as to what he wanted to tell me. He eluded to it for a while and he most likely took that leap. I didn't press Harry for information, especially because he didn't tell me himself. Going back inside I found Harry standing in the middle of the floor with his hand wrapped in a bloody towel.

"I thought you bailed."

I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. "Maybe."

"What changed your mind?" He said with a half smile on his face.

"You can't runway on an empty stomach." I said pressing my lips together, trying to sound more confident than I felt. Harry walked closer to me and I couldn't help but stare.

"Are we gonna mention what the hell happened to your hand?"

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