Rebuilding Zerrie

Blonde-Pink Locks

ZAYN'S P.O.V.

My hand went through her blonde-pink locks, brushing them away from her crying face. It pained me every time I had to see someone I love cry. It tore me apart because I knew I was the reason. I was the reason she was suffering and the reason why I was suffering. I brought this on myself. "Perrie, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." She pushed my hand away, furious.

"You already told me that loads of times, Zayn." Her voice. That big, deep voice that went up high whenever we were talking to each other suddenly turned grim, dark, cold and lifeless. "I can only forgive you so many times!" It was like a huge knee in the groin.

"It meant nothing to me." I tried to keep my voice as tame as possible, so she wouldn't get angrier than she already was, although I didn't think that'd be even possible. That was the angriest she'd ever been in front of me. It was quite frightening, actually. "I swear it."

I could see her holding back every tear that forced itself to come out, beating herself up when she did. She always tried to be stronger that who she really was. She pushed herself not to feel anything, but she couldn't help but feel my stabbing her in the gut a million times. "I wonder how you would feel if I did what you did to me," she spat at me.

How could she even think that?

"I'd feel absolutely gutted," I told her truthfully, "Because you mean so much to me."

She grabbed her bag and started to ball all the clothes she could find and stuff everything that could fit in it, desperate to be away from me. "Well, you should've thought about that before snogging with that American last night!"

I felt nothing but guilt remembering what happened last night. I shouldn't have gone clubbing. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. I shouldn't have offered her a drink. I should have avoided everything that I knew would lead to something terrible.

"It was an accident!" I tried so hard for it not to sound like my fault, but in reality, I knew it was, "I was drunk!"

"I'm so sick and tired of your bad boy attitude, Zayn," she shook her head at me.

So was I. If only I could change who I was.

The moment she slammed the door at my face, I felt like breaking down into tears. Perrie meant the world to me and I don't even know why I snogged that girl last night. I was carparked and stupid and I wasn't thinking. But Perrie wouldn't want to hear my pathetic excuses. Regret flooded me like quickfire and anger spread through my veins.

I yelled as I swung my fist through the wall of hotel room. Needed to pay for that.

"Woah. Watch it there, Bradford," I heard Harry's voice call at me from the hallway. I saw him flippantly peering through the hole I had just made. Frankly, I wasn't in the mood for their fun and games.

All four of the lads with Paul and my parents' lawyers came in through my door in single file.

"Zayn," my dad's Atty. Castle said, "The lass from last night is named Kloe Sutherland. She lives in Henderson, not so far from here. About 40 minutes from Vegas Strip. We are off to meet her now."

"I'd rather not," I waved her off, really not wanting to see that face of hers. It was already burned in my mind, the girl whose name I didn't even know yet despised already. The girl who single-handedly ruined everything. Well, almost single-handedly. I helped her destroy my life if that counted.

"That was not an offer," she told me professionally. "You, as the victim in this situation, are required to go."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I hated my dad's Atty. Castle the moment she first opened her mouth. She always made it sound like she had to help us, like we were incapable of handling things on our own. I personally have no idea why she was still my father's lawyer. She sickened me. There was no way I was going with her to meet up with the girl I hated most in this world, next to Castle.