More Than This (Complete)

Every Girl Needs A Dress She Feels Pretty In.. A Song That Makes Her Cry.. A Place You Can Call Home.. A Dream She Believes In.. A Guy She Can Love


19. This never suppose to happen.


Skylar POV.


I had enough of worrying about Zayn situation right now, I had to get away from everything and everyone even Kayla. I wanted to phone my dad but couldn’t if I did he would have thought I couldn’t take matters in my own hands. Instead I called Harry, he would understand.

“Hello?” I said through the phone waiting impatiently for an answer from him. If I didn’t tell you, Harry and I, we... I don’t know but It’s like I can depend on him basically with anything so that’s really the reason why I always depend on him like I do now, I do the same with Zayn but Harry is just more understandable.

“Oh my gosh, Skylar where are you?” He said panicking; I could hear the worry in his voice.

“I don’t know actually but,” I hesitated before speaking again. “It’s my fault Harry.” I just knew my cheeks were strained with dry tears and my eyes bloodshot red, it’s been over 5 minutes and I’m already crying. I knew I couldn’t love Zayn like he wanted me to.   

“Skylar..” Harry started.

“I mean, who wouldn’t cry when they see their boyfriend dancing or whatever you want to call it with another girl? Of course, I’m that girl who cried because I know I was the one who pushed him into doing it.” I yelled.

“How about we meet at the flat?” He asked. I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, but he knew I was going to say yes..of course I would.

 I scuffed my grey sparkle vans along the sidewalk, constantly looking around. I finally made it to the flat, walking into the complex and towards the elevator. It didn’t take long before I walked in with a worry Harry coming towards my way. He stood up while towering over me, he reached out wrapped his arms around my neck as I wrapped mines around his waist. I silently cried into his chest not caring about his shirt being soaked with salty teardrops.

He bent down kissing my head before lifting my face up to make eye contact with me. “It’s not your fault when he was dancing with another girl, it isn’t your fault that he was drunk.” He said. I clearly wanted to ignore Zayn like I’m trying avoid Louis, but I can’t it isn’t that easy at all. He swiftly turned around towards the couch as I followed him. I wanted right now was a movie night with Harry and just drift away from the world.

“Can we just watch a movie, I just don’t want to think about it,” He shook his head, getting back up to find a movie we can watch. “You know what, I’m in the mood for Toy Story.” I said smiling.

“Skylar,” He started. “Liam made you addicted to this movie, didn’t he?” He gasped holding his chest.

“Hey! That movie is just so,” I said pretending to cry. “So addictive.” I joked along. Harry laughed, running over to me as he started tickling me everywhere; well basically I was tickles everywhere. I tried to catch my breath but with Harry and his unstopped tickling fingers, I couldn’t breath.

“Stop.” I said between laughs. He finally stopped and played the movie. I cuddled up into him after it was in the middle of the movie, I felt myself drifting away falling on Harry’s lap as his fell into a deep sleep along with me.

“What the-“ I head a familiar voice say. I fluttered my eyes open and found 5 pair of eyes staring back me. I lifted myself up stretching my arms out while yawning.

“What the heck is this?” Zayn yelled pointing at Harry. I looked back at him confusedly but didn’t have the strength or courage to talk to him. Instead I got up and went into my room forgetting to lock the door behind me. The rest of the lads didn’t want to get into it so they just left to go out back and Kayla..well she’s been hanging around Niall, they should just date already.

Zayn stormed into my room dragging me out of my thoughts locking the door behind him. After he locked the door, he harshly slapped my face probably red by now. I groaned in pain as he kicked me in the stomach calling me harsh name that I don’t like to say or anything. I must have been screaming loud because someone was banging on the door yelling, “Skylar, are you okay?!!?” I knew it was Harry.

“You are such a whore, I knew you were one when I met you!” Zayn said punching my face, blood rising to my mouth. He kicked me one more time before locking the door.

Harry POV.

I was just about to some tea when my ears were filled with yelling. Then loud noises, sounding like someone fell to the floor. Sounding much more like Skylar.

I ran up the stairs towards Skylar room. I tried to open her door, but It was locked. I pressed my ear to that door so I would be able to hear. As I heard sobbing, screaming. I just wanted to break the door down.

“Zayn you sick bastard!” I screaming, pounding my fist to the door. “Leave her alone!” I kept slamming my fist against the hard door, receiving nothing but screams. I fell to the floor unable to help. My knees hitting the floor as her pain screams rung in my ears. This was never suppose to happen.


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