American Dream (Zayn Malik AU Fanfic)

Forget Not Forgive

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My eyes widened as I looked at the newspaper. I looked up at Zayn who was staring—no, glaring at me with so much hatred. “Zayn…I was just…I was just writing. I didn’t…I didn’t know that…it would upset you.”

“Upset me?!” He chuckled darkly. “Upset? Oh, believe me. I’m so fucking beyond upset. I’m fucking raging! How the fuck can you do something like that?!”

I took a step back, shocked by his tone. “It was only a story! No one knows who it’s about!”

“You wrote about MY life! My damn life, Cecilia!” He yelled.

“Hey, hey! You want to back off there?!” Harry says, standing in between us. “I know you’re upset and all but don’t fucking yell at her like that.”

“I thought I could trust you.” Zayn said, ignoring Harry. “I thought I could fucking trust you. But there you go, selling off my life story for fucking money.”

“It’s not for money! I was just inspired, alright?!” I yell back.

“Inspired? By my girlfriend’s death!?”

“No! Stop taking words out of my mouth, Zayn! I was inspired by your love story, okay?!”

“Zayn, calm down mate.” Louis whispered to him.

“I don’t want to calm down! You made me think you were this innocent girl just so you could get that story and sell it for money! Is that all you were thinking about?! Money?! Of course it is! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?!”

My eyes widened at his words, his words stabbing me harder than a knife. “E-Excuse me?”

But in a split second, all I saw was Harry’s fist colliding with Zayn’s face as he stumbled backwards. Louis was quick to stand in between the two as Liam held Harry back.

“Stop it!” He yelled. “Fucking act your age!”

But I couldn’t stop looking at Zayn, still shocked by the words that left his mouth. “Comparing me to my mom, yeah? Is that your way of getting back at me? Well, good job Zayn. With that simple sentence, you were able to take my heart out of my chest and rip it in fucking half!” I scream, standing right in front of him. “And you think I want this for money? Well here!” I yell, grabbing my purse and taking the money out. “I don’t give two shits about money!” And with that, I throw the money at the face of a wide-eyed Zayn and turn around, walking out of the flat without sparing a second glance.

Instead of going into El’s flat, I walk straight out of the building and onto the streets of L.A.

I refuse to cry.

I refuse to cry over a jerk like him.

I can’t believe I actually liked him.

After about five minutes of walking, I find myself on the beach. I sigh as I sit down on the sand, burying my hands in it, loving the feeling.

When I wrote the story, I didn’t think it would upset him like that. I didn’t mean it and I was honestly going to apologize for it but then he goes and says shit like that. How can I apologize after hearing something like that? He knows how much I despise my mother. He knows how much I hate being compared to her and he goes and says something like that.