74.Tears

                                    

                                          
Song of this imagine:
Resolution by Matt Corby
The One by Kodaline 
                          
My head is buzzing from the amount of alcohol that's running in my system. I walk back to our table where the boys are from the bar. This time, random girls are already sat with them and all over the boys already. I glared at Harry when I saw a blonde girl sitting on his lap and whispering god knows what in his ears. Harry seems to be a bit uninterested but he didn't push her away, which made me completely furious.
                          
I like Harry, a lot. He knows it. I've told him once when we were drunk but I told him I meant it. I didn't want him to say that he doesn't like me, which is pretty obvious, so I told him to just forget about it. That happened just a week ago and within that days, we grew far apart. Harry and I used to be close. Ever since they were in X Factor, I was there. I am actually Zayn's childhood best friend and since he became famous, he dragged me along wherever they are. And because of that, Harry and I grew closer until my feeling for him grew deeper. I could say that I'm falling in love for him with how deep my feelings are. Seeing him right now broke my heart into million of pieces. I sat beside Zayn whose the only one without a girl sitting on his lap because he's being a 'good boyfriend'. He also know about what I felt for Harry, he's the first one to know actually.
                          
"You still okay?" He asked, emptying his bottle. He looked at me with raised eyebrows as I shook my head.
                          
"Honestly, no." I said looking straight at Harry and this random bitch.
                          
"Want me to drive you home? Wanna leave this place?" He asked nicely but I shook my head again. Downing the tequila that burned my throat.
                          
"You're a one stupid masochist, aren't you?" Zayn joked and I sighed closing my eyes. 
                          
"It hurts. So damn much." I opened my eyes again and suddenly, mine and Harry's eyes met. A felt a tear beginning to fall from my eyes so I looked away and turned to Zayn instead, right when the tear slips from my eyes. I faked a smiled at him and his eyes filled with concern for me. Zayn was a like brother to me, he takes good care of me and loves me like his own sister.
                          
"Hey, hey, don't cry. Let's go home. I'll drive you home." He said as he wiped the tears away. But I shook my head again. 
                          
Maybe a bit more of their show would make me finally realize that I needed to move on. Its pretty obvious that Harry doesn't like me. One; he starts to simply ignore me when I told him I liked him which made us grew apart. Two; he can't even have a proper talk with me, even if the other boys are around. And three; he could flirt with a girl in front of me even if he knew how much I love him. I couldn't make myself believe that I should move on even if I knew these things already. And right now, it hurts. The pain is too much to bear. Its drowning me, making it hard for me to breathe.
                          
"Hey, we really should go home." Zayn said from beside me. And when the girl tilted Harry's head to kiss him, I lost it. My heart is beating incredibly fast, it hurts more. My head is throbbing and the pounding music wasn't even helping. My knees are feeling wobbly, I think I couldn't walk anymore but if I sit here for another minute, I would surely pass out. 
                          
"Let's go." I said and he nodded. 
                          
"Let me just go to the bathroom quickly." Before I even argue with him, he walked away. I looked back to Harry whose still kissing the girl. I couldn't take it anymore so I picked up my coat and rushed out of the club. I told the boys that I'm gonna leave and tell Zayn that I'll be waiting for him outside.
                          
When I reached the parking lot, the tears I've been holding back rolled uncontrollably from my eyes. I saw Zayn's car and went there. I leaned at the hood of the car and wiped the tears shakily. I covered my eyes and I felt someone stood in front of me. It must be Zayn, I removed my hands from my eyes with a sob but my eyes widen realizing it wasn't Zayn.