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I was scrolling through Tumblr before someone knocked on my door. "Come in!" Shouted I while putting my Laptop away.

"Vas happenin'?" Asked Zayn while closing the door behind him. "Zayn!" I wrapped my arms around him and he squeezed my shoulders.

"Heya." Laughed he. "What's up?" Asked I after I pulled away. He bit his lip and sighed. "I need to talk to ya."

"Is it good news?" Zayn let out another sigh and took a seat on the couch in my room. He nodded to the spot next to him and I took a seat. "Z? What's wrong?" Asked I with a frown

"She broke up with me." He rubbed his eyes and put his head on my shoulder. "I am sorry, Zaynie." I wrapped my arm around his waist and rubbed circles into his shirt. "I dunno what I did wrong." "Maybe you should ask her that." Zayn let out another sigh. "Already did. She said she just didn't felt like bein' in a relationship anymore. Bullsh*t, if ya ask me." "Yep, total bull." He chuckled and made himself comfortable on the couch. "It hurts. But I guess that I need to get over it." I clapped my hands together and ran to my closet to get the Vodka that is hidden in there.

"Or we could get drunk and pretend everything is totally fine." Zayn cheered and grabbed the bottle from me. "Let's do that."

***

"Why are ya drinkin' though?" Slurred Zayn. "Harold, that b*tch, is leaving in a few days and in the past one and a half week he hasn't bothered to see me, at all." "That b*tch." Mumbled Z. I laughed and took another gulp.

We had the Vodka drained within ten minutes, so we got more bottles of different alcohol from my basement.

"I guess we should stop now. Before we die." I hiccuped and took all the bottles in my arms. After that I stumbled over to the closet and hide them between my shoes. I walked back to Zayn and saw him passed out. I laid down beside him and soon sleep took over me.

***

I woke up to a deep voice yelling, another one grumbling and cursing and a huge headache. "F*cking shut up." Groaned I into my pillow. "Great, you woke her up." Grumbled Zayn. I guess he was the one cursing about a headache. "Good! Now she can explain this sh*t!" Shouted Harry. I guess he was the one that woke me up. "What do I have to explain?" Asked I in a whiny tone. "Well, I don't know? Maybe why you are with him in bed?" Shouted Harry sarcastically. "Shut up, seriously. My head hurts!" Snapped I at him. "Don't tell me to shut up after f*cking my so called best friend!" I turned my head finally to look at him.

"Are you for real right now?" Asked I while glaring at him. "Yes, I am for real." To be honest he looked scary mad but I didn't give a sh*t. "Get out!" Screamed I. "Get out! Since you came back from that sh*thole you only accused me of cheating on you! Then you ignore me for more then a week and show up at my house to yell at me? You now what? F*ck you! And now get out! I don't want to see you." I was crying at that point. Zayn took Harry by his arm and pulled him out of the room. I saw Harry trying to get out of his grip and I swiftly shut the door. Then I locked it and quickly turned my music up to block out his shouts.

About one hour later I was still crying and trying to calm down. How dare he, thought I.He showed up like nothing happend and then he kept yelling. Jackäss.

***

I was the whole day by myself. Zayn called me a few times to check on me and that he explained everything to Harry. But honestly I didn't care.

After a long äss day I decided to finally go to bed.

***

Muffled voices woke me from my slumber.

"I don't think this a good idea." What? "I am leaving tomorrow! Dina I am moving there! At least let me see her." You make my heart hurt Harry Styles. "Fine." I quickly sat up and waited for him to walk in. Dina shot me an apologetic look and walked out again. "Hey." Whispered Harry. "Hi."