(Harry)

I parked behind Zayn's car and in seconds was at the front doors of his house.

After pounding on one after finding them locked, I took off toward the back of the house.

Hoping the back deck's doors were unlocked, I reached the top of the steps that led to and from the beach.

Even though there was a gigantic pool between us, I could see Zayn through the glass and Lila....in only her panties.

Wh....are they....

My heart began to pound in anger. Zayn ran his fingers through his hair and Lila jumped when he did it.

She held her hands up like she needed to protect herself. She looked scared.

They're not-wait....why is Lila in her underwear if they're not....
She looks terrified.

I ran to the glass doors and watched Zayn put his forehead on Lila's shoulder.

Lila shifted her eyes in my direction and they were filled with fear.

Zayn lifted his head off of her shoulder and looked down at her. I had just reached the doors and saw Zayn rip Lila's panties off of her.

WHAT THE FUCK

Yes, the doors were locked, but I was getting in there. My eyes went to the nearest heavy object, a steel bar stool.

I ran to it, then back to the doors. Lifting the stool, I hurled it hard, smashing through the glass and I heard Lila scream.

At a fast pace my shoes crunched across the glass, my eyes zeroed in on Zayn.

"You", Zayn said, coming at me, "You son of a BITCH!!", Zayn screamed.

We fought, he screamed at me and we got to a point where we stood across from each other.

"Man to man", Zayn said, "Is that your come in my fiancé's panties?"

I'm not feigning innocence.
Fuck this asshole.
Lila's relationship with him ends today.

"Yes.", I said, tilting my head to one side, my eyes daring him to come at me again.

"Did you fuck my fiancé", Zayn asked.

"No", I looked him straight in the eye,
"I rubbed one out on your fiancé while I had her naked on my kitchen countertop."

Zayn's eyes widened in rage. He looked away from me and over at Lila.

Lila sat hugging her knees to her naked body, tears all over her face.

I've had to keep my eyes on Zayn from the second I smashed through the doors, so this first sight of her in that state shook me.

To see her naked, curled up and crying sent a vibration of madness through me.

I immediately ran over to her while I pulled my t-shirt off. Getting her head and hands through the holes, she looked up at me, hugging my shirt now covering her.

(Kalila)

"Man to man", Zayn said to Harry, "Is that your come in my fiancé's panties?"
"Yes", Harry answered.

My eyes went wide.

This morning Harry told me nothing happened and I believed him.
I'm such an idiot.

Or maybe I wanted so badly to believe him, that I didn't cheat on Zayn.

"Did you fuck my fiancé", Zayn asked.
"No, I rubbed one out on your fiancé while I had her naked on my kitchen countertop."

My eyes went wider and my mouth opened a little before I covered it with one of my hands.

I was never more ashamed in my life, but not for the reason that I should have been.

I was ashamed because it wasn't cheating on Zayn that made me feel bad.

It was the fact that I was standing in the same room with my fiancé and Harry's words turned me on.

What is WRONG with me??

The next thing I knew, Harry was pulling his t-shirt over my head.

I looked up at him, hugging the shirt I now wore as he stood over me, looking worried.

Zayn was still in the same spot, watching Harry. My panties were lying near him among the shards of glass, the panties that my fiancé tore off of me.

For some reason, the sight of them stopped my tears and I just stared at them.

Zayn just TORE OFF my clothes and my underwear.
Yes, I cheated on him. I kissed another man and just now learned that we...did other stuff.
I've enraged him.

I'm completely in the wrong.
But it doesn't give him the right to strip me naked and terrify me like this. He almost brought on a panic attack by making me feel closed in.

He knows the severity of my claustrophobia.
Yeah, I mess up, but this wasn't right, either.

Suddenly I wasn't afraid or embarrassed anymore in front of Zayn.
I was mad.

(Zayn)

I stood there, in the same spot, still in shock about what Harry just said to me. I was sickened, but also relieved.

They didn't have sex.
Just breathe.
They didn't have sex.

My vision went blurry. The graphic words that Harry used were like daggers through my stomach and I felt like I might collapse if I tried to move.

I looked over and watched Kaly get to her feet.

She stood with a determined look about her. She locked eyes with me and walked closer.

"You will not treat me like this", her eyes were bright and focused on mine.

Is she serious??
She's fucked around with another man and I've done nothing but give this girl the WORLD since I've met her. How is she the one mad at ME right now?

"I'd never marry a man that did", she said, flatly.

My veins felt like ice ran through them as fear attacked my body when she said that last sentence.

I just found out that she was naked with another man last night. She has his come in her panties.

And the thought of losing her sent me into panic.

My anger and shock about everything left me and I was now emotionally on my knees.

She just needed to stay.
I just needed Kaly with me.

Whatever she wanted, I'd do it or I'd get it if it would make her stay with me.
She can't be anywhere but with me.

"I'm sorry, Kalila. Baby, I'm so sorry, you know this isn't me", I literally fell to my knees in front of her, looking up at her, "I....need...."

She looked down at me with tired eyes.
"I know, Zayn", she said quietly as she gently put the palm of her hand on my cheek.

Her eyes softened and relief flooded me, but I felt cold as I watched her turn away from me to face Harry.

(Harry)

It was now Lila squaring off to me instead of Zayn.

Zayn didn't scare me, but Lila did.

I lied to her this morning and told her that nothing happened between us because I knew that if I did tell her, she'd be out the door.

I thought the guilt Lila would feel about it would kill any chance I had of spending more time with her.

If we were just friends, she'd stay.

I'd eventually tell her later. We were consenting adults, nothing wrong happened, I just needed more time with her.

As for what we did, knowing she was totally drunk, I'm not going to lie: I had to feel her.

I couldn't stop myself from feeling her. If there was a visual definition of what I needed, her spread legs would be the image.

I answered Zayn's questions honestly for two reasons.

First, I wanted her to know that we had one hot as fuck moment last night.

I wanted her to hear the exact words I used because I knew, as pissed as she might get, that she'd get wet hearing them.

Her body needed mine as much as mine needed hers, I felt it last night.

The second reason was because I wanted Zayn to hear it in hopes that he'd break off their engagement.

She's meant to be mine, not his, I felt it in my gut.

"I don't remember last night", Lila said to me.

I shuffled nervously as I put my hands in my pockets, but kept eye contact, readying myself to take whatever she was going to say next.

But that was all she said.
Lila turned back toward Zayn.
"You don't deserve this, Zayn", she said to him, gesturing everywhere.

"You deserve a wife who won't make you crazy", she tilted her head with an apologetical and sad smile.

"Kaly, no, no, no, not this again", Zayn stood up and held his hands up, waving them at her like he could shoo away her words. He looked desperate.

"We've talked about this. You do this about once every single month. YOU are what I want. EVERY single part of you"

"Zayn, this wasn't me leaving town or buying another car without discussing it with you. I cheated on you. Things won't ever be the same", she said, tiredly.

"No, Kaly, they can!", Zayn put his hands gently on her upper arms, "I can get past last night. It'll take some time, but I CAN. You didn't have sex with him, Kaly. You're still a virgin. I'll still be your first, that's what I care about", he said and pulled her into a hug.

I stared at them trying to process everything I just heard.