Everything About You

Chapet Eight

**ZAYN'S POV**

I watched Chloe walk back towards the house with her head down. Fortunately, none of the paparazzi tried to follow her. Unfortunately, they started bombarding me with questions and closing in around me so that I couldn't run.

"ZAYN! Who was that girl?"

"ZAYN'S ZAYN! IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?! ZAYN OVER HERE!"

"Are you cheating on Demi Lovato?!"

What the hell? Niall has a celebrity crush on Demi, not me. Who the hell are these people? I ignored all the questions until a couple minutes later a car that I recognized as Chloe's came speeding around the corner. The driver slammed on the breaks next to our crowd as I quickly pushed my way through, opened the passenger door, and slammed it shut behind me just as Liam sped off again.

"Hey, thanks bro." I greeted him.

"No problem, but how did they find us?" He asked, his forehead creased in confusion.

"Honestly? I have no idea." I responded, equally as worried. We drove out of the neighborhood and around town for half an hour before returning home just to make sure no one followed us all the way back.

When we walked in the door everyone was around the corner in the living room waiting for us. When they saw us they all jumped us and bombarded us with questions, but the first thing on my mind was Chloe as I wondered if she had gotten back safely.

"She's in her room mate.." Harry told me realizing what I wanted to know.

"Go. I'll explain to them." Liam told me quietly. I nodded thankfully towards him before heading up the stairs.

I found Chloe in her room reading a book. I could tell she was super out if it by the way her eyes kept wandering off and glazing over.

"Hey babe." I said as I walked in, casually walking around her room taking a look at the pictures she had around. Many of them were of her and Rose, things such as them on their 1st day of kindergarten, their last day of eighth grade where they were hugging each other crying, them at a lake during the summer, the 2 of them at homecoming freshman year of high school, the 2 of them dancing together. That was yet another thing I didn't know about Chloe, she was a dancer, and by the looks of it a very competitive and good one at that. I could feel chloe watching me out of the corner of my eye. There were more pictures of Chloe and her mom throughout the years. One picture caught my eye because the corner of it was singed off. There was a toddler Chloe, a fairly young Jamie, and a newborn Nate with their mother in the middle of the picture smiling. I could see where Chloe got her beauty. I was guessing the singed edge once held her father's image.

As I was about to turn around and talk to Chloe about what had happened earlier that day. a pair of shiny silver scissors caught my eye, but something was slightly off. I leaned over and picked them up examining a crusty reddish brown substance on the edge that appeared to be.. blood?

I spun around to face Chloe as my blood started to boil and anger consumed me. Her eyes were wide and pleading but at that moment I just didn't care.

"Chloe..what the fucking hell is this?" I spat out in a low voice. She didn't respond, she just looked away at the floor, her hair shielding her face. "Look at me." I commanded. She reluctantly turned her head looking up into my eyes. At that second I caught a fleeting glimpse of fear in her eyes and I realized it was my fault.

"Shit" I whispered to myself. I needed to just leave for a bit before I lost control. I let the scissors drop from my hands and walked out the door without a second glance, slamming it hard behind me. I heard a small sob as I made my way down the hallway and again out the front door ignoring the boys' questioning glances.