Chapter 8
The glass I was holding shattered into a million pieces at my feet. We stared at each other until he spoke up.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I live here!" He yells.
"WHAT!" I scream back.
I feel the tears coming and try to move but I can't. My foot steps on the glass and I collapse in pain. Niall comes running and tries to help me up.
"Don't touch me." I yell.
He looks taken back. Zayn walks in the door and walks back out.
"ZAYN MALIK!" I yell.
He walks in.
"Why didn't you tell me Niall lived here?" I ask.
"Because I knew you wouldn't come." He explains.
"Yeah I wouldn't have." I whisper.
Niall looks at me.
"Why are you looking at me." I snap.
He looks away.
"Zayn can you get this glass out of my foot?" I ask.
He nods and takes the glass out with tweezers. He wraps my foot up, I thank him and head up to bed. I cry myself to sleep thinking of course Niall has to come in this picture.(A/N: Just a crappy short filter chapter. Merry Christmas again! :)
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