Dawn of Love (Z.M.)

Chapter 5. Rejection.

Track for the chapter -

We Are Who We Are ( Little Mix)

Katie's POV.

Zayn cooked brownies for me.

He himself cooked something for me.

A guy actually cooked something for Katie Scofield!

This was too much, way too much.

Never had I thought Zayn, or rather anyone would do that for me.

I was about to walk up to him, and thank him for all this, when it all came crashing down on me.

Wait.

No.
No. No. No!

This shouldn't be happening!

This is not what I am, and this is not how I should be treated!

No.

Fucking no.

"Katie?"

No. He can't do this for me. He really can't!
Why does he have to?
Afterall, this is not the real me. I am someone who is the worst person ever for the world.
The girl who failed, failed in doing something fruitful in life.
Whatever I have been in the past few days, whatever I have been with Zayn, this is not me!

To be precise, I was freaking out in the inside.

"Hey what's wrong? You don't like them?"

I really can't do this. Hell no!

"Zayn I gotta go.", I said it in his face, turned around and stormed out of the house.

The cold air of the evening hit my face, making me shiver.

I wrapped my arms around me chest, and walked quickly out of the lawn, to the main street.

I didn't even look back once.

Zayn probably thinks I'm crazy.

Or, he his hurt right now!

Of course he is! I rejected his dish at his face.

Can I be any more rude?

God! What am I?

A piece of utter shit!

A guy does something for me, and I am the one who instead of thanking him all day, run away from him.

What the actual fuck?

I walked quickly, to God knows where. I was just walking, without looking where I was going.

My breathing was fast and heavy, and I felt my heart was in my mouth, ready to jump out any second.

Honestly, a small part of me liked what Zayn did for me.

What? No!

Stop right there Katie!

I let out a groan, and looked up to the dimly lit streets.

I looked to the left side, and saw my usual hangout place in the distance.

The bar.

Without thinking for a second, I ran towards it.

Pushing open the door, I jogged inside, earning a few glances from the people inside.

But do I actually give a fuck?

I hopped onto the stool, and buried my face in my palms.

What the hell is happening!