Does he know?

Zayn P.O.V

I looked at her fragile face; I had never seen her so devastated before. In that moment I knew something was wrong. Her lips shook as her eyes started to sparkle.
Yes I wanted to kiss her so badly especially when she was in this condition. But I just couldn’t. I couldn’t keep playing our game anymore. It wasn’t fair.

“Zayn” she whispered.

“Come here” I said and expanded my arms so she could hug me. I needed to be there for her. Even though I loved her more than I loved Harry, more than I loved anyone else, I couldn’t be her guy.

She embraced me and laid her head on my shoulder. I stroke her back slowly with my hand then she held me a little tighter.

“What’s up Annabelle you seem to be upset about something?” I whispered into her ear.

She sniffled and answered me “ I saw Harry with another girl”. She could barely say the words out loud.

Poor baby she was torn because of him.

Because of me.


Because of us...


“With a girl? When, where!?”

“I saw him with her yesterday at Starbucks and today at the park”. Her voice cracked as she started to cry. I hated when she cried, I would rather take her pain than see her going through hell right now.

“Please don’t cry. It’s just a friend, I’m sure nothing is going on” I said comfortingly. “Maybe he just needs space Annabelle, you can’t overthink everything like that, okay?” I said as I held her cheeks with my hands. Her mascara was all over her face, a tear trilled slowly down her cheek. I removed it with my thumb and sent her a smile. It somehow helped her I think because she carefully formed a smile on her face.

Unfortunately the smile disappeared in the blink of an eye. “THEY’RE NOT FRIENDS HE PAIED FOR HER DRINK, FRIENDS DON’T DO THAT ZAYN” she cried out loud.

Wow I had not expected this.


I placed us at her bed as I found a tissue so she could control and wipe away her tears.

“Annabelle you know how Harry is. He would do that to anyone, please listen to me. I would not say this if I had the same way of thinking as you. They’re only friends” I insisted hardly.

I sighted I tried to support her but I mostly wanted to shout out that she should forget him. She didn’t deserve him.


After some sniffles she finally controlled her breath as she took a deep breath and breathed out. I wanted to be the best boyfriend she would ever have. I wanted to be the guy of her dreams but apparently I was stuck in the “best friend zone” .. In the friendzone where I obviously would stay forever.. Her reaction proved it.

“You know what?” She suddenly asked.

“What?” I smiled.

“I glad I have someone like you. Who’s always there no matter what. You are one of a kind”
I’m sure I blushed when I answered her back.

“I will always be there for you no matter what. That’s what friends are for” I answered with a little smile trying to sound happy for my “friend position”.

“But you have to promise me something” I added .

”What is that then?” she looked expectant.

”That you’ll always smile. I love seeing you smile it makes me and everyone else happy. It kills me when you cry” I admitted.

She squeezed my hand and her dimples showed. I felt thrills in my body.

”I promise but do you know what especially makes me smile?” I didn’t attain to answer as she shouted out ” A TICKLE FIGHT” and pushed me on the bed. She started tickling me and she laughed loudly I had to show her who the master of the game was. I rolled us over so I was on the top as I tickled her belly. Her hands were up in defence. She laughed like never before and her smile was wider than it hadn’t been for weeks which warmed my heart.

Harry P.O.V
I was on my way back to college after talking to Amelia. It was reliving finally talking to someone who understood me, someone who isn’t from college, but still see everything from my perspective.

But even though she helped me I still felt lonely without Annabelle. She was the missing puzzle and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.


Everyday is a battle, everyday I pray that we somehow end up speaking to each other again.

As I walk through the hallway up to my room I get flashback from our nights, our sneaking around it brings a smile on my face but then it hits me everytime..


She did those things with Zayn as well..


Will I ever move on?

Here I am. Standing in front of her door. I want to knock, to tell her that I miss her and think about her every minute, everyday. But I cant.


Especially not when I know she’s happy. I can hear her laughter from inside; she’s happy and doesn’t give a damn about me.


At least they’re happy and got each other. They got what they wished for.

I can’t take this. I give up.


I’m torn.

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