Different

Chapter 34

Recommended song: tell me a lie

It takes me one hour to return home. The journey is terrible, I can't stop crying and I can't find my way back.

I have no other option than breaking up with Harry. I don't want to make him suffer, so it would be better if he's the one who gets fed up of me and breaks up, and for this I need to give him a good reason. I guess I will have to act like a total annoying bitch so he can hate me enough to break up and I don't have to do it myself and break his heart at the same time.
When I park in the driveway, I take a deep breath, wipe my tears away and try to relax before getting out of my car. This week won't be easy, but I have to be effective because if we haven't broken up by the end of the weekend,...
I shake my head as I don't want to think about what would happen next if I messed up and open the door of the house.

"Char, finally ! Where have you been ? you left for Four hours !" Harry shouts, clearly worried.

"And ? I told you I was at the shopping mall." I answer sharply.

He looks at me quite confused then looks at my empty hands.

"You left for four hours and didn't even buy anything ?"

"Oh it's fine ! Can you stop being on my back ?" I snap

"On your back ?! How so ?! I was just worried to see you gone for so long, that's all !" He retorts

"Yeah, well, stop worrying about me for once, you're not my father" I snap, avoiding his gaze. I feel so bad for being so harsh to him, he doesn't deserve it at all.

He looks at me speechless and I raise my eyebrow before leaving the room and slamming the door.
This is so difficult, I won't be able to keep it this way for the whole week. I sit on the floor of the corridor, leaning against the wall, my head between my knees.

"Is everything okay Charlotte ?"

I raise my head and see Zayn standing in front of me, a beer in his hand and his phone in his other one. How should I act with him ?
Maybe I could use him to make Harry hates me.

"Harry is just pissing me off" I sigh

"How so ? You've just met him again !" He frowns, sitting next to me.

"I know but he's so clingy and always on my back. He never gives me any peace, and I don't know, he just annoys me"

"He seems to be a good boyfriend though"

"Seems. It doesn't mean he is" I snap

"Wow is it really that bad between you two ?"

I don't answer and look away. Acting is definitely not my thing.

"You love him don't you ?" Zayn asks hesitantly.

Of course I do, idiot.

"Yes ! I mean... I don't know. Maybe..." I look down and he sighs.

"Anyway, don't get involved with all this please" I suddenly say harshly and get up.

"Sure, I'm sorry. I just wanted to help" he answers with a twisted smile. He's so sweet, I can't believe I'm treating him like this.

I step in the living room where Harry is sat on the sofa, playing the guitar with Niall.
I try to avoid him and grab my handbag.

"Where are you going ?" Harry furrows his eyebrows.

"Why do you have to know ?"

"Because I care"

"Well, I'm going home" I snap opening the door. He catches up with me, closes it and stands against it, preventing me from getting out.