I FELL FOR YOU 2

Chapter 19 - Wow...

Zayn's P.O.V

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I can't believe my own father is kicking me out of the bloody house. All I did was knock over mum's vase. He gets pissed off so easily.

"DONT COME BACK 'TILL OU REALIZED WHAT YOU'VE DONE! ABD WHEN YOU DO BRING ME BACK SOME FUCKIN' BEER!" and with that the bloody basterd threw the door in my face.

"Shit!" I punched the door, which had a crack now. Good luck fixing that dad.

Over a fucking vase. One mutherfucking vase! What the fuck!?

"You know...if you really loved me...you would've fought for me..." That voice sounds familiar...

"I guess this wasn't love then." Fuckin' Harry.

I walked the other way before they saw me. I didn't want to get in their business.

While walking down the street, a car stopped beside me. And guess who it was.

"Hello, Zayn. Long time no see buddy old pal!" He waves me over. And I stand by his window.

"Naw man, I'm good. It's only been about a week ago since we saw each other and I'm just going to Funky Buddha, it's down the street." I tell him.

"I was just going there. Want a ride?" He asks. Same old Liam always being nice.

"That'll be great."

"Then jump in!" I open the door, get inside, and buckle my seat belt. Safety first people. Safety first.

"What ya been up to ?" He asks.

"Nun' much. You?" I ask in return.

"Same." He responds.

He goes down 2 more blocks, makes a right turn, drives into the parking lot and parks the car.

"C'mon mate. I know I shorter way to get inside." He tells. Me.

We got inside, took a couple og shots and after that it went black.

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SLAP.

Cathy? Why is she here? And on the floor crying?

She started screaming about her not wanting to get raped again.

"What do you mean again?" I asked.

She crawled to the corner of my room.

"Cathy. What do you mean again?" I said a little harsh.

I stood in front of her.

"Cathy..."

"Move." She says.

"No."

"Move."

"No."

"Zayn. Move." She sounds pissed.

"Cathy. No." I say staring to get mad myself.

She gets off and trys to leave but I grab her and spin her around so she would face me.

"Let go." She struggles to get out of my grip.

"Stop fighting and tell me what you ment by 'again'." I'm loosing my patients.