Storms {z.m.}

Chapter 48

Chapter 48 - Christine

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"This has been a hell of a day," I say pushing my hair behind my ears as Harry and I walk down another hospital corridor trying to find our way out. I don't know if it's my anxiety kicking in or the architecture at this hospital, but it seems like we've made four right turns and still can't find the exit.

"It really has been," Harry says pensively scratching his head.

I never cared too much for Perrie because I viewed her as an obstacle between me and Zayn's happy ending, but after finding out that she purposely sabotaged Zayn's trust in me by feeding me a phony lie, I really hate that bitch now. When Zayn talks to me again he'll think I'm some conniving sociopath who will stop at nothing to split up him and Perrie, when really he's sleeping with the conniving sociopath, and she's pregnant with his baby.

"I just can't believe Perrie did that to me. She really deserves what happened to her today," I blurt out before I can stop myself. Harry stops in his tracks and turns his head at me so quickly that his long hair sways. He looks absolutely appaled.

"Christine, you're better than that," he says looking me in the eyes. I feel like I'm being scolded by a teacher.

"I'm not sure I am," I tell him as I realize that although I wish I hadn't said what I did, it doesn't make me mean it any less.

"I know you are. You're just saying things out of anger and frustration. I'm angry and frustrated too, but I just keep my mouth shut. People never forget your words, so don't say them unless you would be alright with them ending up on your tomb stone," Harry says caressing the insides of my wrists as he speaks.

"Maybe you're right," I say leaning into him. His chest is more meaty than Zayn's, but lately it's starting to feel more like home than before. Resting my head on Zayn's bony chest that night when we were looking at the stars was perfection, it was everything I ever dreamed of. But then I received a phone call that would change everything forever. A phone call whose consequences are still rippling through mine and Zayn's lives.

It seems like whenever Zayn and I are finally happy together, the universe pulls us apart. I know we're meant to be, but when signs like these keep happening to me it's hard to keep my convictions strong.

"Do you know what you need, love? How about a nice Italian dinner and then a movie so you can get your mind off of everything that's going on around here? How does that sound?" Harry says wrapping his arms around me and whispering into my ear.

Then there's Harry who is doing everything right, but I can't allow myself to give myself to him entirely. What Zayn and I had, although short-lived, filled my heart with everything I have ever wanted. I felt so secure, so complete, and so loved. The best part was that knowing how pure of a soul Zayn has, and knowing that his heart felt even a sliver of what I felt for him. Harry could be my hero, but my heart won't let him be no matter how hard I want to fall completely into him.

"That sounds lovely," I say absentmindedly. Harry wraps his arm around my neck and leads me down yet another corridor. The walls and doors are white, much like the floor and the ceilings, but a flash of blue catches the corner of my eye.

"Liya?" I say taking Harry's arm off of me as quickly as possible. I can't see her face, but somehow I just know it's her.

"Hey," she says stopping in her tracks. She would have walked right past us if I would have let her, so she's clearly still upset. I don't know exactly what it is she's upset about, though. Not to mention we still have a lot to talk about.