Moments

Unloved and Drugged.

Mindy:

I couldn't believe my eyes. How could this be? From all of the rumors, this has to be the most ridiculous one. 

|| "@POPpaparrazzi: Zayn Malik is CHEATING on girlfriend, Mindy Ngo! Pictures of him entering and leaving the Hilton Hotel with the lady!"

I looked through his tweets. Some were just horrifying to look at. I finally saw the picture that made everything that I fought for was a lie. It was him holding hands with her entering the hotel. I just couldn't handle all this anymore. ||

"Mindy, you don't believe this right?" Silence.

"Right?!" His voice was louder and furious.

"I don't know anymore, Zayn. I can't take this all of this anymore!" Tears streamed down my face.

"Fuck them! It's just you and I! Remember when you said that you didn't care about what they said? What happened to that?"

"That was a year ago! Do you see how much shit they say just to have us break up?! I'm tired of just trying to ignore it all."

"So what are you going to do now? What are we going to do?" After Zayn said this, things got quiet.

"I don't know. I still feel the same how I did a year ago. I'm trying hard, HARD, to ignore all of this. But now this is just too much."

"I still feel the same too. Mindy, please! Just ignore them. It's just you and I." 

Then what happened next I couldn't believe myself. 

"I think- I think that we should just take a break." I said barely unaudible.

 "What did you just say?!" Zayn's voice boomed throughout the whole flat. His chest was rising. Up and down. Up and down. Fist were clenched tightly. Eyebrows were furrowed. He was furious.  

"I-I said maybe we should just take a break from all of this. Us." My voice was quiet and shakey. I was scared of what Zayn could do to me. 

"Yeah, maybe." He finally came up with his words. 

"Okay." More tears streamed down my face. 

I headed to the bedroom to collect my things. The door was slammed to the wall as I ran through. I didn't want to leave him. No, but I felt like he wanted to leave me. Maybe it was meant to be. I quickly finished up and looked around the room. From the time we first kiss to the first time we argued, this room contained many memories of me and my love. Zayn.

When I got out back into the living room, Zayn was gone. I coudn't believe that this was it. I grabbed my phone and called the only person that would 'hide' me at the moment. Miranda. As I stepped out the door, the paparrazzi were everywhere snapping as many pictures as they could. 

"Hello?" Miranda finally picked up.

"Miranda. I'm coming over. Now." 

"What? Why?" 

"I'll explain when I get there." I hung up the phone and ran to her.

"Wha-What happened?" Niall opened the door instead.

"Uh. Is Miranda there?" I looked down at my feet.

Then he realized why.

"Shit. Mindy. Oh my God." He realized that Mindy and Zayn or Zayn and Mindy were a thing any more.

"Please don't say anything to anybody. Just let me or Za-Zayn explain it." 

"Okay. Oh, sorry! Come in." Niall moved out of the way.

I explained everything to Miranda and they let me stay until I could find a new place. They showed me the room where I was going to stay at. I opened up my bag and pulled out a pill bottle. I've been taking these antidepressants for a while now. Zayn didn't know about them. Nobody did, but I did it secretly. I went to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. Blood shot eyes, dark bags under them, my face was red from all the crying. I looked down at the pill bottle, twisted the lid open, and poured out two pills. I looked myself once again and took the pills. There I stood drugged, tired, and the one that hurt the most. Unloved.