Bare - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel to The Initials On My Wrist)

Leah was in therapy for a year after losing her temper and almost killing herself, away from the boys, which must have been a good thing. She still loves Zayn, and she still loves Harry, but she wants to just forget about them both. Leah hasn't agreed to go on any more tours, but what happens when One Direction throws her a surprise party at her house for her birthday? Will she ever forgive them for looking at her wrist, which is now bare?


11. Chapter Eleven

Leah's POV

The second Harry leaves me alone in my house I rush out to the car and make my way over to Zayn's flat.  I don't care what they say to me, but they have to learn to leave Harry alone. When I burst in the door, it looks like all four of the boys have been crying. "Did Harry, really, leave the band?" Louis cries, his crying muffled by his hands over his face. "Well, I don't blame him. Zayn, Niall, you were jerks. Louis, Liam, you were assistant jerks. I would have done the same thing if I was in that position." I explain, talking with my hands. "Well, we won't be as popular without him." Zayn mutters, and I burst with disgust. "You actually care about the money?! You lost a bandmate, a friend, a bestfriend for that matter. You are horrible! To care about the popularity of the band and not your friend. Look, Zayn, I know losing your daughter has been hard on you, it has been hard on me too. I lost a brother once, and it tore me apart. But, Please, don't let it change who you really are," I beg, but he just laughs. "I'm the same person I always was. I just have a particular hating for you, is all." He shrugs. I pull out my phone and text Harry, to ask him if he is really leaving the band for good.

From Leah: The boys apologized, kinda.

From Harry: Hah, don't care.

From Leah: So you aren't rejoining?

From Harry: Why should I? They are awful bandmates and friends. I'm hoping to move away, actually.

"Well you screwed up guys. He isn't rejoining the band for anything, and is considering moving away," I explain, and then Louis let's out a sob. I rub his back. "I know Lou, I'm sorry. Here, why don't you come over to my place and we'll take. You'll feel better," I offer, dragging him toward the door, but he rips his hands out of my grip. "I don't want you to drive," He says, nervously. I back away, slowly. "It wasn't my fault!" I scream wildly, dashing out of the house and slamming the door behind me.

Harry's POV

"Hey Leah," I say, walking into her house, but I hear no answer. "Leah?" I call, checking the bathrooms, the bedrooms, and kitchen. Suddenly, she appears in the doorway. "I went to Zayn's," She huffs, she must have been running. "I hate myself." She whispers, tears forming in her eyes. "Why do I hate myself Harry?" She sobs, and I shake my head. "You shouldn't. You are perfect and you know it. "But I don't!" She screams, colliding with my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. She snuggles in close. I like it when she does that. We both go to sit on the couch, when Perrie walks in the door, clutching her stomach, probably still hurting from the surgery. "What are you doing here Perrie?" I ask. "The doctor let me go early if I promised to rest, but I needed to see Leah. And I want to invite you both to my baby's funeral on Thursday." She says. I smile. "I wouldn't miss it." I say, but Leah shakes her head. "I can't go." She says. "Why?" Perrie asks, and so do I. "Nobody wants me there. Especially the baby because...... We all know I killed her."

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