Impulse ( Harry Styles Abuse Story)

Chapter 23- *Sigh*

I'm back and for good this time!! If you'll still have me and still enjoy this then I'm back people !! Obviously it's been a while and a lots happened but this story is still continuing xxx 

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ZAYN POV;

I woke up by the soft touch of Melanie as she slowly pushed me awake.
"There's an interview in about two hours." She says quietly. Why is she do worried about an interview? That's the only time someone isn't hurt. "I thought I'd wake you up now, its gonna take some time to so your make up and that" she continues addressing the elephant in the room. I nod slowly getting up but flinching as the brusies on my chest begin to kick in. I look around the room to see Louis and Niall trying to help Liam up, both having huge circles under their eyes from no sleep. I hated this. All of this. I hated seeing everyone like this. Me and louis were so careful to not get any of the other boys in trouble before and now look where we are. I dismiss my thought with a shake of my head, as I begin to get up from the bed. Before anyone can speak we hear the door slam and footsteps coming up the stairs. We hear the footsteps coming to our door and the jiggiling of keys.
When finally open we see a tired Harry behind this now open door.
"There all gone because Simons coming over in a bit so its business as usual. Uh you can all go back to your rooms, for today's anyways but ERM get dressed quickly be cause Simon will be here in about an hour" he said looking at the floorboards the whole time. We all just nodded and began to leave. Louis and Niall first. Then Mel supporting Liam. And then Me. As I reach the door frame I feel a hand in my wrist stoping me from furthering on. 

"I'm sorry I lost my shit yesterday." Harry mumbles refusing to look up from the floorboards to look me in my eyes. I yank my arm out of his grip. "Not this time styles" I reply the hatred surging through my voice.  Continuing on towards my room at the opposite end of the hallway it all feels like a slow motion film. Walking past all the boys rooms one by one I feel my heart shatter into hundreds of pieces. Firstly it's nialls room , the room where he used to play guitar and pine over girls in, now sits a boy who's scared of his own fucking reflection. Then there's Liam's - the boy who used to never be in his room because he'd be running or at the gym, now laying painfully on the bed, pain evident in his eyes just from breathing due to his torture! Blinking away the tears I walk across Louis's room, to se the once upbeat childish bouncy 19 year old just sitting on the side of the bed, staring at the corner lamp in n his room, thinking only Lord knows what. I slowly make my way into my own room only to see the light of the small room just further down. Confusion hits me and my eyes brows automatically tense as I walk towards the spare room, seeing more pink as I walk closer- realisation finally strucking me - This was meant to be Kylies room. 

Peering through the door I see Mel clutching a stuffed toy weeping into it. Instinctively I run towards her and crouch down beside her, put my arm around her as she entangles herself from the bear and curls  up into me, sobbing slowly, clutching me for dear life. 

"This is such a mess Zayn. My life's become such a mess" 

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3rd POV: 

An hour later when Simon arrives the tension in the house, much to Simons expectations, is high. He saw the pictures of Zayn and Mel and Harry punching Zayn, of course he did.  It was for this reason he had come to visit the boys before the E interview, to manage this situation in a away in which the press could not exploit and twist. One by one the boys slowly gathered a seat on the coach Mel no where to be found for this was a matter of the professionalism of the boys. As silent drew form more than five minutes Simon sighed and cleared his throat.