(Kalila)

"Who the FUCK is Harry, Kalila"

I watched Zayn take a step closer to me. His hands on his hips, his nostrils flared, his breathing deep and his eyes glaring down into mine.

I froze when I heard him say Harry's name, but it chilled me when he called me "Kalila". He only calls me by my full name when he's-

"ANSWER ME, KALILA!!", he yelled at me, making me jump and cover my mouth with my hands. I started shaking and tears started pooling in my eyes.

Zayn roughly pulled my hands away and held onto my wrists with each hand so I couldn't do it again. Tears started streaming down my cheeks.

He took a deep breath, "Tell me exactly what you did last night. Everything, Kaly!!" he yelled, squeezing my wrists tight.

"Zayn! I-I didn't...do any-"
"KALY", I jumped again, but he still gripped my wrists so I couldn't cover myself like I wanted to.

"I'm on the beach and a man comes up to me, asking me if I can hook him up with MY FIANCÉ", he yelled the last words, making me jump for the third time, "He THEN says that you kissed?", he threw my wrists off his hands and turned his back to me, walking toward the window.

"I'm DONE, Kalila", he spun back around to look me in the eye, "done.", and then turned away from me again.

My instinct was to go to him, to pull him back around to face me, but he was so enraged, so mad at me.

He's not going to forgive me this time.
I lost him, the man I was supposed to marry in seven months.
I was fully crying now.

"I...didn't...please, Zayn, it didn't...it wasn't...", I sobbed between my words, "I-I was just thanking....him...he walked me back here-"

"OKAY, So a guy walks you home to your fiancé's house and you KISS HIM", he yelled with his back still to me.

"No! I-It wasn't a real kiss!! I...just, it was, it was a....peck!", I tried to defend and without thinking about it, ran over to him, pulled his arm to turn him back around, but he jerked away and the back of his hand hit the side of my face.

I stood there, in shock, eyes wide, holding my face. My cheekbone burned like it was on fire.

"Kaly, God", he grabbed my head with both hands, "Kaly, you know I didn't mean to do that, I am so sorry, let me see".

He pulled my hands away from my cheek and we both winced.

"Come with me", he pulled me into the kitchen. I was too stunned to do anything but go where he took me.

He got an ice pack out of the freezer.
"It's swelling up, this'll stop that, FUCK, Kaly, I'm SO SORRY", he cussed at himself, "It's fucking bruising. Fuck!" he yelled.

I jumped so he stopped and started hugging and shushing me to calm me.
I knew it was an accident and that he was sorry.

He was just so mad. I'd never seen him that mad.

I just stood there, looking anywhere but at him, even as he apologized over and over, holding the ice pack on my cheek.

I needed some time to just think about everything, what happened with both Harry and Zayn, what I'm going to do next.
I needed to get out of here.