Stole My Heart

Chapter 2

Zayn's POV

He's killing her and he doesn't even know it. At some point she's going to crack, she either won't come back, or she will do something stupid. Louis has changed so much since he's been with Eleanor. Although, he's only changed when it comes to Holly. He's still the same with the rest of us.

As soon as Holly walked out the door, I turned my attention to Louis. As per usual he was sat there, playing tonsel tennis with Eleanor. I groaned and threw a pillow at him, which attracted his attention. "Zayn!" He frowned. "What was that for?"

"You don't see what you have done do you?" I asked him, staying calm at the moment.

"What do you mean?" He replied, looking really confused. Eleanor jumped up off his lap, and sat down beside him instead, looking equally confused. Louis turned to face me full on, now I know I have his full attention.

"Did you even know that Holly was in the room? Did you even know that she'd come round today?" I asked him, with a raised eyebrow.

"What's going on Zayn?" Harry asked me, from the other side of the room, his arms wrapped loosely around his girlfriend, Corryn's waist.

"Of course I knew she was here Zayn..." He replied, but sounded unsure of himself.

"No you didn't. You were too wrapped up with little miss model over there." I frowned, gesturing to Eleanor, who frowned at me. "You don't see what you two are doing to the poor girl..."

"Zayn, we're not doing anything to Holly." Louis replied sounding frustrated.

"Yes you are. You just don't see it. You've changed since you've been with Eleanor. Before you and Holly were inseperable, even when you were with Hannah, you always had time for Holly. No matter what, or who was in the room, you would always end up rolling around on the floor, because you were laughing that much, or you were having a random pillow fight... but now, you don't even look at her. You don't talk to her. You're killing her Louis, and you don't even realize." You could tell, by the look on his face, that realization had hit him, but the look on Eleanors face, said otherwise. She was sat there looking smug.

I felt Mia, my beautiful girlfriend, tense at my side. I squeezed her hand gently, telling her I felt the same. It took everything I had to refrain myself from going and knocking Eleanors lights out. She knew what she'd done. She knew what she was doing to Holly. She'd never liked her.

When telling Louis all of that, I decided that it wasn't the time to tell him, exactly how much the two of them were hurting her. That was something that she needed to tell him.

"I forgot about her..." Louis whispered, a tear in his eye. "I promised her, when we were 9 that I wold never forget about her. She was convinced that I would become big and famous one day, and she made me promise that I would never forget about her... She made me pinky swear, and I did..." He looked down at his hands, and ignored Eleanors attempts to get him to forget about it.

"You have Louis... She walked out of this house 10 minutes ago, because she couldn't stand to see you sat here with Eleanor, all lovey dovey, laughing and joking with her... and she was just sat there, in the back. Where you'd forgotten about her. You're slowly killing her inside Lou... You need to sort it before she does anything stupid." I knew she wouldn't, but there was always that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, that she'd been pushed too far.

"I have to talk to her..." Louis said standing up, and making his way for the door.

"No Louis, wait til tomorrow! Its late, and she's probably already asleep." I sighed, and stood up, Mia by my side. "Just think about it Lou, think about who is more important in your life. We're going to bed, see you in the morning people." I smiled slightly, and took Mia's hand, guiding her to my room.

"I really hate her!" Mia growled, as soon as we were out of ear shot.

"You're not the only one." I sighed. We'd gotten ready for bed a while ago, so all we need to do it get into bed... and that's what we did. I lay down, and she curled into my side, laying her head on my chest. "Love you Mia." I whispered, playing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Love you too Zayn."

With that we both drifted off to sleep, comfortable in each others warm arms.