My Heart is Torn( 1D fanfic)

--------- Hi! I'm Zarina, this is my third fanfic, i havn't really finished my other two fanfics cos I keep trying to find a way to make them interesting! Hopefully you enjoy this fanfic, I'm going to finish this one for sure!! Thanks for reading and please comment or vote or maybe even fan me! Thanks!------

Chapter 1

"WOOOOOOO! BEST PARTY EVER!" I blocked my ears from my best friend, Maya, yelling at the top of her lungs.

I looked around the dark room that was only lit by some colourful lights dancing around the room. It was still really dark, i could hardly tell who anyone was and the lights were flashing around the room like crazy! It didn't help.

I looked to my right, Maya wasn't next to me anymore....

Crap! Where is she now! Uugh! She's crazy when she's drunk, why did I agree to come to this party?! And why did I let her choose my outfit?! I am wearing a short dark red dress that isn't so short that it looks slutty but is still too short for my liking, it hugs my body tightly making me feel exposed to everyone. I'm not thin, I have a bit of meat on my bones but not too much. I've been trying to lose most of my weight and it's been working so far. My feet were aching in big, red heels to go with the dress. I don't know what they're called, I'm not used to this kind of stuff. My dark brown, wavy hair is let out, loosely flowing just down past my shoulder with my newly dip-dyed purple tips. I wander through the huge crowd of people feeling uncomfortable with everyones sweaty bodies touching mine as they dance.

How am I supposed to find Maya in this crowd! I look around anxiously hoping to maybe hear her yelling out being the crazy drunk that she is.

Finally! I see her dancing up against someone, who? I move closer and squint my eyes, trying to make out who she is dancing with. All I see is a tall figure with a mop of dark brown messy curls on his head. I've seen this boy before but I can't seem to get my head around it at the moment. I decided to leave them be while I just go find a seat somewhere.

"Hey! Roxxi!" I hear someone call my name as they grab my arm and pull me away.

"Ow! Get off!" I start to say before I'm stopped and then I realize who it is. My other best friend, Zayn.

"Relax Roxx! It's just me!" He said, showing off his crooked smile.

"Sorry, I thought you were some random drunk!" I say looking around the room to see where we were. We were just standing in a corner, still surrounded by a heap of dancing bodies.

"No, I'm not a random but I will be drunk soon and so will you missy!" He laughed, poking my chest.

"No, i don't plan on getting drunk tonight." I try to walk away but Zayn had a strong grip on my wrist.

"Yes you do and we will be getting drunk! Come on relax a little! Enjoy the party! Have a little fun! Plus we won't go all out, we'll get drunk but not too drunk! Pleeeease!" He grabbed both my hands and help them up to his chin, pouting his lips and forming his puppy face.

Uugh, he knows I can't resist his puppy face! It's just so cute!

"Fine! Fine! Ok! LET'S GO GET US SOME DRINKS!"

"YEAH!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

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Finally I get home and it is freezing outside! As I walk up my driveway I take out my phone to check the time. 3:36am

I find myself on the ground, I keep tripping over my own feet. When I'm drunk, I'm clumsy.I pick myself up and walk up the steps to my house, starting to rummage through my bag searching for my keys but I notice that the door is already slightly open. Dad must've left it open a bit for me. I live with my dad and younger sister, Nykita, in this small house on the Gold Coast here in Australia. I love it here, my mum walked out right after Nykita was born, 11 yrs ago. I hardly remember her, she was always out getting drunk, taking drugs, cheating on my father. I don't mind that I don't remember much about her, she was a horrible person and she left us. I leave it at that.

I walk into the house, the t.v is still on and the kitchen light is too, I put my bag on the table and turn the t.v down a bit. Dad must've left it on for me, he's probably sleeping upstairs. I walk into the kitchen to get a snack. I open the fridge and start searching through the fridge for food. Something in the corner of my eye catches my attention, I turn my head and walk towards the counter, I can see something behind it but I can't tell what it is. As I finally realize what it is, I feel a lump in my throat and my stomach churns, making me feel sick.

"No..." I gasp in disbelief, "No! Nononononono! Not this! How?! Why?!" I burst out in tears as I kneel down and grip the hand of my cold, unconcious father lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

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