Rejected

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty Two

"Zoey, I made a huge mistake."

I can hear her breathing heavily on the other line, the sound somewhat frantic. She had to know, at least I thought she must have an idea and she's going to hate me even more now than she already did.

"What is it?" She asks me in a faint whisper, the sound of wood floors creaking on the other like. I frown, pacing across my room.

"Where are you?" I blurt, losing my train of thought of where I was taking this conversation.

"It doesn't matter. What did you do?"

I can't help but feel anger bubble in the pit of my stomach, my fist clenching at my side at the thought of her with Niall right now. I swear to god, wasted out of my mind or not, I will go over there right now.

"Are you with him?"

"Harry, have you been drinking?"

I close my eyes, picturing her frowning at me immediately with her arms crossed tight over her chest.

"Yes." I admit, slowly beginning to work up the courage to tell her I was with someone else.

I can almost hear her panic, just in the way she breathes sporadically. My hands are shaking and my high slowly beginning to fade away. The only thing I wanted right now was her, and since that was impossible, another joint and a shot of whiskey would have to do.

"Tell me what you did" Her voice is getting stronger, the wood floors no longer creaking. I can tell she's no longer around someone, worrying about waking them and that immediately makes me think she was in his bed.

"I slept with Sunny."

Silence.

I wait for her to say something, or make a noise at all for that matter, but I get nothing from her.

"Zoey, I-"

I hear the click of her hanging up the phone before I can even get a sentence out of my mouth. When I try to call back, I get voicemail every time. I don't know how long I sit in my room, on the edge of the bed, calling her over and over again. I continue to get her voicemail, my heart being crushed a little more every time I hear the automated message. Why wasn't it her voice? Why was it the computer talking to me? I just wanted to hear her.

Hours later, I give up and drop my dead phone to the ground. I stumble out of my room, bumping into the wall but catching myself quickly. Sunny is still out cold on the couch and I scowl at her, yanking the bottle of whiskey off the coffee table and making my way back to my room.

I hated that this is what I turned to, but in my fucked up mind, it was the only way for Zoey to stop haunting my every single thought.

Zoey's POV

I try to contain the sobs as I slide down the wall, my chest tight. I cover my mouth with the palm of my hand, squeezing my eyes closed as the tears come.

I knew this would happen.

The moment I found out what he was involved in and needed some time to myself, he had sex with another woman. What kind of person with any logic does that? He didn't love me. I was right all along, that was just another one of his lies.

Suddenly England isn't looking so good for me and I can hear my fathers voice in the back of my mind, telling me that I should have never left in the first place. The thought alone makes me cry even harder and I bury my face into my tucked up knees, trying to slow my breathing.