Zayn or Harry? Who should I choose?

Chapter Eleven: The Drums Song

Why did he have to be so cryptic?

Sheesh.

“Harry!” a familiar voice called. My heart beat faster than its regular pace.

I felt like they were drums behind my head.

Harry went outside the door and I followed him.

I heard them talking. “What happened last night?” someone said. 

Then we saw each other, both wearing masks of indifference…

But I knew something wasn’t right.

I wasn’t wrong.

“Kara? What are you doing here? Why are you with him?” Zayn asked. His voice cracked.

Then I remember what I saw last night…

Him kissing another girl…holding her in his arms.

“Nothing. What’s it to you?” I replied.

“What’s it to me? Kara you’re my bestfriend! Of course I care about you!” he was having hysterics.

Best friend? Is that all? Nothing more?

“Butt out!” that was all I can say. But inside I was crying.

Screaming at him to stop. Slapping him so many times. Yelling at him: “I love you” and “I hate you” so so much.

But we’re back to reality, so…

“It’s none of your business, Zayn.” Harry said to him.

Then he punched Harry, so hard I heard it…bone to bone.

“What did you do to her?!!!” Zayn shouted

“Everything you didn’t.”

He punched him again, and again.

But Harry didn’t do anything.

By the third punch I was already between them.

Harry was pushing me behind him so that I don’t get hurt, but I got away, luckily Zayn saw me and stopped punching.

“Stop! You’ll hurt each other! Can’t you see we’re just ‘best friends’ and you shouldn’t give a shit about these things?!” I was in the brink of losing it. But I won’t break down and cry in front of him. That would make ma look weak.

“Karabear?” he called me by my nickname. “He’s not worth it.”

And you are?