Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

4. The Act Of Cheating

*Niall's P.O.V*

"You bastard!" I shout, shoving Zayn back into the heap of metal, bent to fit around the lightpole.

Elizabeth had just wrecked into it and I soon found out the reason why.

She was to far into her depression to stop herself. She can't stop herself when she's so far into depression. Nothing can stop her. Elizabeth got into her car, pulled out of the drive-way of Harry's flat and sped up the street. Nobody knew where she was going. I doubt if she knew where she was going. Sure we've been living in Wolverhampton for years, but she's not really an outdoorsy kind of person.

Aeron tried to stop her, but she ignored her pleas and kept going. Now my wife was probably dead, leaning against the steering wheel. Blood was probably seaping through her clothes and soaking her beautifully clear skin. Her soft plump lips were probably fat and swollen. Her fierce blue eyes were probably puffy and black. All of her limbs could be broken and every bone could be shattered. Her body carelessly wrapping around the wheel, her knuckles were probably white from grasping onto it for dear life. It could being lying limp in the seat that tried it's hardest to keep her body so stll. Now its battered and bruised just like when her mother put so much force into her blows to hurt her.

I was fuming and the one person that caused it all was Zayn. He's fucked up two relationships, not including his own with Perrie. She was dead and long gone. Now he could've added my everything to the girls he was so eager to bang.

That's all Zayn stands for. Sex and hair gel. That's all he's ever done. Worry about fucking women and his precious fucking hair. Nothing else mattered to him. As long as he had an endless supply of mirrors, hairbrushes, and girls his life was set. He didn't care about what we wanted, but his own selfish needs. As long as he was satafied he didn't give a damn about you.

~Mind you guys that I have nothing against Zayn, Perrie, or Danielle. Okay? Okay.~

Zayn pushed me away and stepped off the car.

"It wasn't just me!" He screams.

I pushed him back and he slammed into the car a second time.

"It's always you. You ruin everything!" I yell.

"Niall stop it." El said, taking my arm.

I snatched away from her. It isn't wise to be touching me right now.

"How do I ruin everything?! You're to much of a bitch to help your own damn wife!" He hollered.

Glaring at him, my rage was boiling over.

"At least I can keep my wife happy!" I retort.

He let out a low chuckle.

"Not if she came to me." He smirked.

That comment and confident smirk put me over the edge. I have never wanted to hurt someone this bad. Not even Josh. He was the one that made Elizabeth's life so bad anyway. She was functioning like a normal girl just five years ago. Before her family was raped and killed. Her life was once an easy ride, but not anymore.

My fists were balled up and my body was trembling from rage.

I acted out on my rage and rose my fist, smashing it into Zayn's jaw. He let out a groan and fell back into the car, slumping down onto the hard pavement.

I felt hands enclose around my forearms and was pulled away from Zyan.

"You're a liar! She would never cheat on me!"

Zayn stood up, struggling alittle and wiped the blood from his lip onto the back of his hand.

"You're wrong. She did cheat on you with someone that actually cares about her." He replied.