Chapter Nine

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**CHLOE'S POINT OF VIEW**

"Chloe..what the fucking hell is this?" He spat out in a low voice as he held the stained scissors in his hand. I looked away, stunned. How could I have been so stupid as to leave them laying around? "Look at me." He commanded in a threatening voice. I reluctantly turned my head looking up into his eyes, unwillingly showing fear in my eyes. I knew he was angry but I'd never seen him like this before. I was scared.

"Shit" He whispered to himself as he dropped the scissors and walked out of my room, slamming the door behind him. And that was when I started to cry.

Of all the things Zayn didn't know about me, this had been number one and I had intended to keep it that way forever. I knew that whoever found out would surely hate me for what I did to myself. I was just completely and utterly angry with myself for losing the one person that mattered most to me at this point with one careless mistake. I knew Zayn had heard me crying but I also knew he didn't care because he didn't turn around and come back.

'He hates me.' I kept thinking over and over. That thought alone kept the tears coming thick and fast, shaking my body with the sobs.

**ZAYN'S POINT OF VIEW**

'Holy shit.' Was repeating over and over in my mind. I can't believe Chloe had been doing this to herself. It left me to wonder how long it had been happening and how often? Did Jamie or Nate know? I can't believe I hadn't recognized that her depression was severe enough for this to be happening.. I can't believe I didn't ever notice scars on her wrists.

Sure I was pissed. At her? A little, but to be honest how can she control the pain she's been out through? I was mostly upset with myself that I hadn't noticed a damn thing and hadn't been able to help her or be there for her to vent to instead I self harming.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. I really needed to talk about this with Chloe but I didn't know how. She was upset when I had walked out earlier but if I hadn't I would have lost control. The longer I put this off for, it seemed the more I would push her away.

I sighed and headed back inside. I didn't exactly WANT to talk to her now, but I needed to.

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