Harry's POV

"Heyyyyyy,its your turn!" Emily drags her sentence, as she leans against the wall behind her.

I leave a muffled groan,as I bury my head into a pillow,my legs draped over Emily's.

I huff ,as I lift my head up ever so slightly.
"Je déteste la vie" I say,plopping my head back down.

"Did you just say,I hate life in french?" She says,letting out a soft giggle, making me smile.

"Well,it sucks now,doesn't it?" I say,turning around,laying on my back.

She rolls her eyes playfully,before throwing the textbook onto the table.
"Come on,it's not that bad,Styles"

"We've been going on like this foreverrrrrrrr" I whine,placing my hands over my eyes.

"Its been 2 hours."

".......Still. It bloody sucks. " I say,raising my eyebrows.

She pouts softly,playing with the fabric of my black Jean's.

"You don't like studying with me?" She says,obviously joking,telling by the small smirk playing against her lips.

"No,don't say that," I play along,propping up onto my elbows.

"You're the only thing that's been good,about this entire 2 hours of endless studying," I smile,this time not saying it as a joke.

She bites her lip softly, as she looks up to meet my eyes,causing my breathe to hitch in my throat.

God,whenever she did that,I swear my heart beats a hundred times faster.
Emily had an effect on me,and there was no denying that.
Everytime she smiles,my heart flutters.
Everytime she laughs,everything around me stops,all of my focus only on her.

And everytime she looks into my eyes,it feels like it's just the two of us.

No one else.

She breaks her gaze away from mine,as we realize that we had been staring at each other a bit longer than intended.

I clear my throat,before carefully taking my legs off of Emily's lap,rubbing the back of my neck.

"Well...I guess we finished for today," she shrugs,looking over at the digital clock.

The red light,blinked 6:18 ,the sky becoming darker outside.

"Oh,yeah..Lost track of time there,huh?" I chuckle.

"Yeah,sort of.." she nods,looking out the window,the dim sunlight,falling against her face,making it incredibly hard for me,not to get lost in her beauty.

"Don't you have that party to go to?" She questions,causing my gaze to break away from her.

"Yeah,yeah actually..." I nod. "You still don't wanna come?" I ask,cocking my head to the side.

"Yes,I've made up my mind.." she laughs,softly.

"You sure?"

"Yes"

"Please? Only for a bit?"

"Nope."

"But,Whyyy?"

"Harry,the boys are probably waiting for you,now go!!" She giggles,pushing me towards the door.

"Eh,they can wait," I smirk,turning around and leaning against the doorframe.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Well,yeah of course..Now off you go,cause the boys already think I'm stealing you from them!!"

"Honestly, I wouldn't mind that,"

×
"Where are you off to man?" Louis asks,as we walk through a crowd of people.

"Have to get home.." I say,trying to get through to the main door.

"But it's only 10:50," he shrugs,grabbing a bottle of beer of the kitchen counter.

"I know.." I sigh. "But I have to get some groceries, and get home,before...erm..I.. Yeah,I just have to get home mate,I'm sorry"

The boys knew,that something wasn't right. I've never really spoken about it to anyone other than Zayn..

"Nah,it's alright..Be safe,yeah?" He says,patting my shoulder.

I give him a small smile,before nodding and making my way out the house.

I sigh,before starting my car,and driving off into the dark streets,the only lights bring the yellow street lamps,lighting up the sides of the road.

I was always the one to do work around the house. Food,cleaning,Electricity Bill's...you name it...
He never even bothered to help. Which,I wasn't complaining about to be honest, because it keeps me away from him.

My eyes wander over to the dashboard, my gaze fixed on the time that flashed 11:05.

"Fuck,I'm getting late..."

×
I walk into the house slowly,trying to stay as quiet as possible.
But I realize that, it was of no use,when I hear the sound of shuffling, coming from the living room.

"Where were you?" His voice  questions,as he stands in the dark.

"Was out," I mumble,taking a step forward.

"Yeah,No Shit," he chuckles darkly,causing my skin to crawl.

"What the fuck were you doing,when you were out?" He asks, his voice getting louder.

My blood begins to boil,as that sentence leaves his mouth. That's it.
I can't take it anymore.

"Well,I was getting groceries!! Someone has to do the work around here,right?!" I yell,throwing the bags to the floor.

A loud scoff leaves his lips,before he speaks up again.

"Oh,so now you don't only talk back,but you have the balls to yell at me as well,do you now?" He spits,walking closer.

"I'm not talking back....I'm just stating the fucking truth," I say,walking backwards.

He walks in front of me,my back hitting the wall.

I knew what was to come,but this time I wasn't scared.

I was just tired.

"Listen...I don't know who you think you are...But you know what happens when you fucking talk back to me!!" He yells,throwing a punch to the wall beside me.

At this point,my confidence dissapeared. I wasn't scared. I wasn't sad. I wasn't even angry at this moment.

The emotions that I was feeling then and there ,is one that I can't explain in words.

×
My feet drag across the pavement, as I walk through the cold air.
I lift my hand up to wipe the blood,trickling down my nose,before looking down at my stained hands.
A single tear,rolls down my face,as i look back up to the sky.

I wasn't crying because it hurt. Not because I was in pain. At that moment as I was alone in the streets of the sleeping neighborhood, I wasn't feeling anything at all.

Everything just felt...Numb...No expressions across my face..,or emotions, running through my head.....Just..this feeling of emptiness.

I walk slowly in front of the house,before leaving 3 soft knocks against the door,praying that Zayn would be the one who answered  it,considering that it was 1 AM.

I hear the sound of footsteps, walking down a staircase,before I lean against the doorframe, feeling as if my legs would give out at any moment.

Soon,the door swings open,as I'm faced with Zayn ,who looks half asleep, but his eyes widen,when he takes in my appearance.

"Shit Harry,What happend?!" He asks,taking hold of my shoulder.

"....I got home late.." I answer, barely a whisper.

"...Fuck," he mutters under his breath,before helping me into his house.

×
"This isn't okay,Harry..What the bloody hell,is wrong with him?!?" Zayn hisses, as he hands me a pack of ice.

I take a deep breathe before looking up at him."Zayn..I-"

"No..no,Harry you need to speak up about this...I can't see you get hurt anymore.." Zayn sighs,sitting down beside me.

I purse my lips together, as I look down at my lap.
I can't tell anyone about this. I can't..
If I'm being completely honest..I don't know why,I'm not able to speak up...
Is it fear? Is it embarrassment?
What was I so afraid to face?

"But, I can't Zayn" I whimper softly,a tear slipping from my eyes.

"H...I understand, that its hard to speak up about this,but you can't-"

"No..no please,don't tell anyone about this..please..." I beg,looking his way.

"But,I care about you Harry...I just can't see you go through this anymore ," he shakes his head,before placing a hand against my leg.

"....Please..just..give me some more time..." I plead,looking down at my hands.

Zayn leaves a ragged breathe,before nodding slowly.

"Come on...Let's get you cleaned up," he says,patting my leg.

I give him a small smile, before leaning against his shoulder, as he helps me up.

"Zayn...?" I whisper.

He hums in response immediately, a look of worry in his eyes.

"Thank you," I nod.