Chapter 8
Harry's POV
I was sitting on the ground in my bedroom with my head in my hands when Zayn stormed into the room.
"Whats wrong?" I asked.
"Zaria tryed to kiss me."
"She what? What did you do? You better not have kissed her back." I was getting angry. Why would she do this to me?
"No I didn't kiss her back I told her I couldn't do it. I don't know why she did it, I thought she liked you."
"I thought she did to, but I guess I was wrong."
"C'mon lets go downstairs." I went out to the landing with Zayn and I heard Zaria call
"Hey Harry can you bring me downstairs, please?" I didn't want to go in there so I said,
"I'm kind of busy, but Zayn will."
"What?" moaned Zayn,
"I heard that." shouted Zaria, and Zayn went into her. When he was in there I sprinted down the stairs and ran outside. I kept running until I came to a little deserted beach that only a few of us new about and I sat down on the sand. I needed time to think. Soon Abby walked over and sat down beside me. We didn't talk at all we just sat there, but the whole time she knew what I was thinking. How was I supposed to fix this whole thing with Zaria?