Amelia Chapter Five

Day: 10 Week: 01

"So how's your job?" I asked Zayn as I sat down on the sofa next to Niall. Both had come to visit me that day and I was quite surprised and extremely happy to see them in person. After all the hugs and greetings and the usual, 'I missed you so much!' and 'Long time no see!' , the three of us finally settled on the sofa, eating chips and pizza and catching up. I felt like all I needed was Liam, Louis and Harry, and my life would be complete.

"It's pretty good. I work in a sick clothing store, it's pretty nice there. Has like, three floors and it's pretty chill." Zayn remarked in his thick English accent. I nodded along, noting how Zayn had grown some stubble on his face since the last time I saw him. He looked more, cutting edge, if that was the word for it.

"Glad you like it! Where is it?" I inquired genuinely.

"About fifteen minutes outside London." Zayn replied, taking a second slice of pizza.

"Amy I can't believe you still have that picture of us." Niall cut in, after swallowing a handful of chips. He pointed directly in front of him to a shelf above my television, to a picture of Niall, Louis, Zayn and I at a birthday party.

"Of course I would. It's the best picture ever. Especially your face, Niall." I commented, my eyes scanning over the picture. Niall's face was scrunched in a very comical way, and his tongue, which was blue, was sticking out.

"Ah, someone's calling me." Zayn said, patting his jean pockets and pulling out his phone. Once he looked at the screen his face tightened and his jawline became more pronounced. I didn't miss the look Zayn gave me. It lasted a split second but went unmissed by me. I felt myself stiffen in response. "Excuse me." He said to Niall and I. "Hello?" He said, standing up and walking several steps away from where we sat. "Uh, yeah I think—" Zayn turned to look at Niall and I. "I think she's okay." His voice was now lowered into an almost whisper. Suddenly, Zayn looked around and headed out of the living room, but not before saying, "Yeah, well, we just don't know how to tell her."

I felt my eyebrows knit in concentration and my body become tense. What was Zayn talking about? Who was he talking to?

"So uh, Amy this is great pizza, really really good. Where did you get it from?" Niall asked, a note of nervousness in his voice. It was that comment that completely set me off. Niall knew perfectly well where I had ordered the pizza. I had been getting it from the same place since I first arrived to England.

"Niall, who is Zayn talking to?" I asked seriously, though I could not hide the nervousness from my voice. Thousands of options were taking shape in my mind, but I settled on one. It made sense. It was Harry. It had to be. Why else would Zayn have turned to look at me, and moved away? He didn't want me over hearing. And what about what I had heard? Why did Harry want to know if I was okay? What was it that Zayn didn't know how to tell me? One single thought crashed into my head, and made my stomach drop: Harry wanted to break up with me. With every single fiber of my being, I wished it weren't true, but everything made sense. What else could it be? My heart began pounding, and I began to lose my breath. This was why I hadn't seen him often. Why everyone was sad at the mention of him. They all thought I was going through a terrible break up.

At that moment, Zayn came back, and it was clear to me he was uncomfortable.

"Zayn who was that on the phone." I demand from him, a threatening lull to my voice. Zayn didn't look at me, but at Niall, who sat frozen. "It was Harry, wasn't it." I say with complete assertiveness. I don't wait for an answer, and stood up in anger. "What is it you don't want to tell me? Why can't he tell me himself?"

"Amelia, listen it's not—" Zayn cut in, putting his hands up in a defensive manner, his brown eyes glistening with misunderstanding.

"No you listen!" I nearly yelled, enraged now. "Why are you guys hiding things?! Why can't Harry tell me himself he wants to break up with me?! Why do you guys have to keep that from me? I can't believe you guys! I—I thought we were all friends! I—I can't believe you two!"

Not wanting to deal with them anymore, I angrily left the living room despite the protest from Niall and Zayn. Once in my room, I slammed the door and let out an angry sob and threw myself on the bed. I was absolutely heart broken. A two year, meaningful relationship, ended by the word of someone else, on a phone. It was ridiculous.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Harry's number, which I knew by heart. I was so angry, I couldn't wait to give Harry a piece of my mind. How dare he break up with me this way. Instead of ringing, I heard three beeps and a voice,

"The number you have dialed has either been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please hang up, or dial one for more options."

I screamed, and chucked my phone against the wall, where it fell pathetically against a heap of clothes. I didn't care. Instead, I threw myself on the bed, and cried.

Day: 11 Week: 01

It was dark when I became conscious of the fact that there was someone in the room with me. I opened my eyes quite suddenly, and with a start. I saw a tall shadow right in front of me, picking up a picture frame which had been turned down. I knew what picture it was. It was one of me and Harry, one that I had turned down because I did not want to look at it, one that made me cry if I did.

"Why did you do that?" Harry's deep, hoarse voice spoke, referring to the turned down picture frame. For a moment, I was confused as to why I even turned it down, but once my head cleared up the events from the previous night came flooding back, and with it, came anger.

"Why are you even here, Harry?! I can't believe you! If you wanted to break up with me, why didn't you do it in person?!"

"Amy, love, what are you talking about?" Harry said, clearly and truly hurt by my accusations. He sat down on the edge of my bed and I moved away from him, unsure.

"You called Zayn yesterday, I am not stupid. You wanted him to tell me you wanted to break up. Why couldn't you just tell me? I thought we had a mature enough relationship where we could talk about these things. Is this why you never come to see me anymore? How could you do this to me?" I said, fresh tears cascading down my cheeks. I felt an ache in my heart that was so deep I felt nothing could take it away. Like I would never be happy again.

"Babe, listen. You're jumping to conclusions. That wasn't me on the phone. It wasn't. I don't want to break up with you. I still love you, very much so. I would never let you go. You misunderstood Zayn or something." Harry replied in a calm voice, like someone talking to a scared wild animal.

"Really?" I asked in a small voice, drying my tears with my bed sheets.

"Yes." Harry said, moving closer and drying my tears with his thumb. I immediately rested my forehead on his shoulder, and in turn he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto him. I felt so silly suddenly. Perhaps I had jumped to conclusions.

"It's just that I never see you, and I miss you so much. I just, I don't know what to do, Harry." I confessed to him, wrapping my arms around his torso, deciding that I would never let go of him.

"I know, I know. I miss you too." Harry said, resting his chin on top of my head. "It's hard, but we will get through it. I'm just so busy with my job and you have school… we need to learn to balance everything."

"Will you stay with me tonight?" I ask him, not wanting to talk about anything negative any longer. I just wanted to focus on him, and being with him. I felt that it was all I was meant to do at that moment. It was all I was able to do.

"Yes." He said, pulling away from his embrace and lying down on the bed, pulling me with him with one hand. I followed, and rested my head on his chest, feeling his heart beating in a soothing rhythm.

"Will you be here when I wake?" I asked once more.

He sighed.

"I have to leave early to open up the shop, but I will be there with you tomorrow evening."

I nodded despite my disappointment, but I was still content with the fact that I would see him tomorrow. Harry murmured soft, velvet words ushering me to sleep, and I obeyed, feeling calm and relaxed in his presence once more.