We Were Just Best Friends

Zayn's just broken up with Perrie. He's heartbroken... and wasted. There's a lovely lady standing on the corner, beckoning him over. He can't do it though.
Harry could however....
Zayn and Kate become really close, talking almost everyday, even when Zayn's on tour.
he surprises her by not telling when he is back in town. Harry though cannot wait.

btw: i have nothing against Perrie and Zayn :) Or Harry for that matter.


15. Explanations that answer Nothing

Zayn's Pov.

I drove Kate home in uncomfortable silence in my car. She just stared out the window at the passing street lights. She sighed few times. I looked at her trying to catch her eye, but she refused to look at me. Biting the inside of my cheek I parked and walked her to her flat door.

"Well bye Zayn, see you later." She said looking at the ground.

"Can I come in?" I asked, surprised at how deep my voice sounded.

"I guess," she answered with little inflection. I followed her in, closing the door behind me as she turned on the lights. She lead me to her small kitchenette table with two seats. She sat down at one. I pulled the other out but just gripped the smooth wood.

Kate finally looked up at me when I didn't sit down. "What? Do you want a drink?" She made to get up, but winced and steadied herself on the countertop.

"No I'm fine thank you." I answered formally.

"Okay, listen Zayn I'm really tired so I'm just going to go to bed...." She mumbled. I glanced at a nearby clock: it was only 8:30.

I observed her as she sat down again and rolled her head around, cracking her neck.

"Did you have a good time today?" I asked. I had thought it went okay but now...

"Sure." Came her quiet answer. "But can I ask you something? Why would you just leave me all alone in your flat?" Kate raised her eyebrows. I gulped and pushed my hair back.

"Kate c'mon, I didn't leave you alone, Niall was there."

She just frowned. "And why would you do that Zayn?" Her voice had traces of hysteria, an eagerness to discuss this one point.

"Why is that so bad? Why do you even care?"

Her frown deepened. "Oh so you just couldn't wait for me? That's great, just leave me in your flat all by myself with..." She paused for a moment catching herself off guard. I swear I heard the word "Safe."

I was ready to rip my hair out. Why couldn't she see I left for her. I could tell Kate was visibly upset when she asked me where the restroom was, in fact I knew there was something wrong all day. So I thought she was going talk to me, say something. But when she slipped into the bathroom, I thought it had been me. I wanted to give Kate a few moments of space, if that was she wanted.

"Safe? Safe?! What do you mean? You were in my flat no one was going to hurt you. Or do you just find me that scary?!" I banged my hand down on the table causing Kate to jump.

She stayed silent for a moment. "Right now I find you frightening " She muttered just loud enough for me to hear. Then louder, "nothing. Your flat's fucking perfect." She stops again, like she doesn't want to say something.

"What is it Kate, because there is obviously something? Can you not stand me after four months?"

She hesitates, opening her mouth. "Zayn really it's not you. Its not your place. It's just...." She becomes paler.
I go over to her and attempt to hug her. I don't like to see Kate like this: sad and trapped, and I didn't know why. But she pushes me away.

"What now?" I said angrily. This was like the joke I played earlier putting my arms around her. I step back but grasp her arm tightly.

"Stop Zayn. Stop, stop it." She's close to crying. She was actually shaking under my grasp. I let go shocked by her reaction.

"Please Kate, I know you!" I lowered my voice almost begging for this to drop and Kate to forgive me. "We are close! You know me, too! I trust you with everything, things with the band, Gabby even! You're like another sister! Why can't you trust me? I saw you today, you're hiding something, just please tell me what it is! Please Kate, it's eating you from the inside out. I can tell."

Kate just shook her head, looking at the ground.
That was it. I lost it. "Fine, then we won't talk about it! How about the fact that Niall tried to get in your pants the entire evening? And you just sat there like a mental case letting him."  Kate went from shock back to anger.

"Bullshit Zayn! Do you still see me like that? A slut?" Her voice threatened to break whether from crying or yelling, I wasn't sure. However it did calm me just a little, but she wasn't done. "And a mental case? That's great, I'm sorry I was a bit uncomfortable around your friends I could've met four months ago. And then I find out you've been in town for a week and didn't bother to call me! What a great friend you are, really. So the question is Zayn, after four months can you not stand me?"

I was shocked she had to come to that conclusion.
"No Kate don't be stupid. I never saw you like that, and yes I can stand you!  Where would I be with out you?!"
She wouldn't have any of it. "You would be fine. And I would be fine, just like I was before your drunk ass came up to me! Complaining about Perrie blah blah! I would have told you nothing about my life, but you asked. Then you left, telling me last minute. Fuck you Zayn!"

"You called me! And the reason I waited so long to say something was that I wanted to make sure my flat was perfect for you." I gestured around to her messy flat, usually immaculate. "Obviously it wasn't enough."

"Well you were just a day late." She whispered, voice hiding a secret. She was biting her swollen lip.

"A day late for what?" I yelled, finally coming back to the main argument. "Kate what do you keep talking about? Just tell me!"

Kate's grey eyes watered and she  looked up biting her lip more. She shook her head looking up into my eyes. "I...I want to, so bad. I just can't Zayn. Please understand."

But I didn't. Understand what? Kate was obviously not going to tell me, I was just wasting my time and hers. "Fine," I threw my hands up in the air. The sudden movement made her flinch as if I was going to throw something at her. Why did women have to be so over dramatic and secretive about everything. This was just to complicated for my understanding apparently.  All she asked about was why I left her for a few minutes. Clingy. How had that question led us here?

"Are you done?" She said sharply to me.

What?" I was caught off guard.

"Good, get out." Kate begin walking down the hall to her bathroom. I was so bewildered that I let her walk away. I realized what she just said and retorted back to her.

"I guess I will go then. I'll just go tell Niall how much you love him then." I had no idea what I was saying now, I just wanted to make her stop.  I stopped and just listened. From my spot I could hear her. Crying and whimpering coming from behind the door. I walked down the hall after her. Leaning my head against the door frame I questioned again how it had gotten this bad. Why had I pushed that far? Why had I asked to come in? Maybe she was just having an off day.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got all over again. Really Kate was just over reacting to the Niall Thing. I shouldn't have made it but still. And she felt frightened with out me?

I really wanted to say something to her, anything. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to make her feel okay, but how could I when I was obviously the one who had caused it all to turn out like this? If she didn't want to tell me, it wasn't any of business.

I turned quickly, leaving a quick note on the table.

'I'm sorry. Call me or something when you want talk.'

I left and drove home, where the boys were sitting at my table.

Kate's pov.

I walked out on Zayn. If he only knew. Maybe I would have told him; I had actually been quite relived when he wanted to come in. I wouldn't be alone with my thoughts, I would be secure  But then again, He wouldn't understand. Zayn'd care too much for his own good. It had happened and now it wouldn't be the same, not with Harry in the picture anymore, so close with Zayn.

I felt him leave after I quieted down crying, feeling sorry for myself. I needed to move on and be stronger, just like I had been only last night to get myself up out of the alley way.

And to move on I needed to never to see One Direction again. Not the funny Louis who made me laugh only hours after my ordeal, and not sweet Liam. Not the boyish Niall.

Not Harry, ever.

And definitely not Zayn. He would just always bring me back to all of them. We needed each other once, a lifetime ago, it seems. But he had a girlfriend, and a time consuming career, Zayn didn't need to be worrying about me. And I needed get my act together: get a better job and move.

My life was fine for months without him. It would be fine for the rest of it too.

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