ZAYN'S P.O.V.
"Ending One Direction!" I yelled.
All the boys looked sick and the girls look shocked. I could care less. I cant believe after all the shit I'm dealing with Harry and Perrie wanna blow up in our, my, fucking face.
"Are you serious?" Perrie said.
"Yes! Do you know what I've been through!?"
"Zayn we cant just end the band! The fans love us! Just because your image is ruined doesn't mean ours is!" Harry yelled.
RYAN'S P.O.V.
"Harry!"
"Oh, sticking up for your fuck buddy I see."
I slapped him. I never thought I'd hit him but I did. And I don't regret it. He deserved it. I could see my tiny hand print on his cheek. Yeah, he deserved it.
I stomped off to my room and through on one of Niall's hoodies I hand. I took off my TOMS and put on Doc Martins. I grabbed my passport and bags, heading out the room.
"Ryan, where you goin'?" Niall asked.
"Home."
"But -"
"No. I cant deal with this." I said.
"Of course you cant. All you've ever done is run away from your problems."
"I didn't run away from you, Harry! You have became the biggest problem in my life! And I really hope someone beats your ass because you're cockyness is too much for anyone to handle."
With that said I walked out the door. I grabbed a cab for the airport. Sitting in the back seat all I could think about is where do I wanna go. Not home. There's a whore there.
I walked up to the front desk with my bags, my credit card, and my passport.
Time to find my new home.
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The End!
Haha. I might do a sequel. We'll see...
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My New Home // h.s. ✔
FanfictionWhen you think you've found the perfect match something bad always ruins it. What ruins Ryan and Harry? Her father? Or Harry's ego? Maybe the creeper. Who knows?
