Chp. 8 PB, here I come

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Warm, wet tears sliding down my cheeks, arms wrapped tightly around Zayn. His soft gentle words calming me. There really isn't anyone here. Just me and Zayn. Harry went to the club, Louis went to see some girl named Eleanor who I assume is his new girlfriend, Liam went to see Danielle, and Niall went out to McDonalds...typical Nialler.

"What do I do now?" I choke out, looking into his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Whatever you want, well I don't know about dancing....that's the only one that holds you back. But maybe you'll find something new that interests you." He says, Running his fingers through my brown wavy hair.

"Will you sing to me?" I ask, laying my head down near the crook of his neck.

"Sure Jen." He says, smiling, then begins:

"You know I've always got your back girl

So, let me be the one you come running too, running too, r r running

I say this just matter of fact girl, you just call my name I'll be coming through, coming though I'm c coming

On the other side of the world it don't matter, I'll be there in two, I'll be there two, I be there in two

I still feel it every time, it's jut something that you do, now ask me why I want to

It's everythig abbot you, you, you

Everything that you do, do, do

From the way that we touch ba-by, to the way that you kiss on me

It's everything about you, you, you

The way you make it feel new, new, new

Like every party is just us two

And there's nothing I could point to

It's everything about you, you, you

Everything about you, you, you

It's everything that you do, do, do

It's everything about you!"

Wiping at the last of my tears, I hear the front door open. Standing up from my comfortable position, I slowly maneuver my way down stairs, to see Liam standing there.

"Why are you wearing a medical boot?! What happened!!" He yells.

"Yesterday...I went to the gym. To re-learn my front ariel. So when I jumped off he beam....I landed on my ankle wrong. I broke it, so I'm stuck in this boot for nine months, and my dancing career.....gone." I manage to force out, the feeling of tears welling in my eyes.

"Well now you get to try something different!" He says smiling.

"That's not the point!! I don't get to dance!!! FOREVER!!! That's like telling you to stay away from Danielle forever!!!! You wouldn't last a day!!! How do I know???!!!! Because I've been talking to Zayn about all my promblems for a week!!!! A WEEK!!! You haven't been here!!!! I have been on my own his whole time!!!! How am I supposed to forgive you?....." I finish in a whisper. "How?.....You're my older brother, your supposed to be there for me when I need you!! But where were you?? You were gone!! So I guess this leads me to the question: Where do I go from here? Not US, I!!!" I yell, running back up the stairs. In the time I was yelling, Zayn must have gone to his bedroom, because I find my bed empty. Slamming the door closed, I let the warm, sty tears fall freely down my burning red cheeks. Grabbing my suitcase, and stuff all my belongings into it. Grabbing a photo frame off the nightstand, Iook at it. It was a picture of Liam and I. I was laughing hysterically, slung over his shoulder as he twirled me around. Smiling at the faint memory, it immediately turned into anger. I threw the frame to the ground, the glass protecting the memory shattered, shards scattered about he room. Grabbing my converse, I slipped them on, then grabbed my bag, and made my way out the door of my room. Down the stairs, through the living room, and out the front door.

I guess now's the time to say hello to Pittsburg again.........

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