The argument you have with Zayn
Zayn just got home and he doesn't look happy. "How was work?" I asked. "None of your business. And where's the dinner?!" He screamed at me.
I was pissed off.
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"Who do you think you are?! I'm not some kind of bitch who makes dinner for you when you get home! And why are you screaming at me!?!" I yelled back.
"Your supposed to make me dinner like a girlfriend is supposed to!" He yelled back. "I'm not some kind of maid!! If you had a bad day at the studio, don't take it out on me!" I screamed.
Zayn stepped forward and raised his hand in the air. That's when I realized the alcohol in his breath. It dawned on me that he was about the hit me. I fell down to the floor hiding my cheek. "Oh oh my god! I'm so sorry (y/n)!" He tried to get close to me.
I slapped his hand away. "No! Don't touch me! I'm leaving Zayn! We're over! You don't just hit your girlfriend like that!" I pushed him out of the way and grabbed my keys. Zayn was yelling behind me to stop. Tearing were flowing down my cheeks like a waterfall.
I drove to the only person I trusted, Liam's house.
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