Chapter 34 (Zayn's P.O.V.)

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*Beep beep*

I pick up my phone and see a text from Harry.

what the fuck did you do? you did this!

What the fuck are you talking about?

I text back.

come see for yourself! the address is 5177 Bearpaw drive.

I turn off the tv and grab my car keys. "Mom! I'm going out!"

"Okay!"

I head out the door and to my car. Once I get in, I put the key in the ignition and turn it clockwise.

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Once I pull up at the address Harry texted me, I see that police cars and paramedics are surrounding it.

I turn off the car and put my keys in my pocket.

Once I enter the door, I see a body in a bag and a lady crying.

"Harry! What the hell!" I yell at him, obviously confused.

"See what you did?!" Harry yells at me, causing a scene.

"What did I do?" I go and sit beside him. His eyes are full of anger, tears are streaming down his face.

"Natalie killed herself. You know why?"

"No, why?"

"Here, read for yourself how it's your fault. You bullied and tortured and taunted her and it drove her to this."

"I-I didn't mean too." I sob after I read the note.

"Of course you didn't, that's what a bully would say."

"I didn't realize it would come to this! I-"

"Of course you didn't Zayn!" Harry cuts me off. "You never mean anything do you?"

"I do." I feel guilty, my body is full of remorse because this was my fault. I drove her to this point. I cry. "I really do feel guilty, Harry."

"Well, it's too late to do anything about it." And he gets up and walks away.

I walk towards the body and look at it.

Wow, she really was beautiful. I was too caught up in feeling mad and angry about my father that I took my anger out on her to make myself feel better. I am so selfish.

"Sir, we need you to back away from the body." The lady says to me and I do. They zip her up and take her away.

Harry and her mother crying.

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Guys I cried while write these last four chapters.

And yay, quadruple update, these were short but they were reactions so I tried to make them as long as I could.

no pun again.

ilysm and bye

-Noura

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