Zayn kept calling and repeatedly texting you, but you didn't want to speak to him. Not because you were angry with Zayn, you just couldn't face talking to him. You felt so stupid...so embarrassed. This was all Harry's fault and you were taking it out on your best friend, the person that's always been there for you. Your phone vibrated slightly, telling you that you had a text. You looked at the screen expecting to see Zayn's name, only to see the name you least wanted to. Harry's.

'Hey babe, sorry I haven't text in a while but I've been super busy. I miss you so much though xxx'

You weren't going to reply. He clearly wasn't feeling too bad about his little fling so why should you give him the time of day? You knew he was going to be back in two days and you would have to speak to him at some point, but you would just deal with it then. 

You decided you didn't want to be home when he got back, so you packed up all your stuff and went to your sisters house. She was happy enough for you to stay there for a few days.

*2 days later*

Today was the day Harry would be coming home. You weren't sure what time his flight would land but you knew he would be pretty mad when he found out you weren't at home. Today was the day you were going to confront him. You wanted to see what he had to say. You were sitting in your room on your laptop when your phone started ringing. Yes, it was Harry. You reluctantly answered it, scared of what he was about to say.

'(y/n) where are you? Why all your clothes gone? What the fuck is going on?'

You paused a bit before you replied. 'Do you really not know Harry? Are you too stupid to figure it out? I know that you cheated on me and I'm sure it wasn't the first time!'

Then your sister gave it away. She would've been better just telling him where you were. '(y/n) I need to know how long you are planning on staying here, have you any idea at all?' She was clearly a bit fed up of you just moping around.

Just after you sister shouted this, Harry hung up. He knew where you were. Great.