"I'm so tired of fighting for the same reason over and over again (Y/N)! Can't you just let me be?!"
"Oh well I'm so sorry I care for the health of my boyfriend! And we wouldn't have to fight over and over again about this stupid topic if you just quit smoking pot Zayn! I'm tired of it, you don't care about my opinion and that's really clear to me right now, but have you thought about how it's hurting our relationship? About how your family will react. About your fans and how they will be freaking out. No you haven't because if you had you would've done something to stop."
"But have you thought about my reasons? That maybe the stress is getting to me and I need a way to release it. But once I find a way and I'm happy with it I don't have the support I need from my girlfriend."
"You're expecting me to support you while you get high Zayn?! Well guess what I can't!"
****FLASH BACK****
(Y/N) POINT OF VIEW
"Zayn? Babe where are you?" I called out for my boyfriend as I walked around the flat we shared. He was nowhere to be found. I've looked everywhere and I can't find him.
But there is one place I haven't looked.
I quietly open our balcony door, and step outside. And just what I didn't want to see. Zayn once again smoking pot behind my back.
"Really you're doing this again? I can't believe you!!!" I stormed inside and that's when hell broke loose.
****END OF FLASH BACK****
"So what are you saying that I don't have your support anymore (Y/N)?" Zayn said running a hand through his raven hair.
"You can't play this game with me Zayn because you know you have my support 100%. But in other stuff that doesn't involve you smoking pot. You know I'm so against it."
"And you know how stressed I am! Can you just understand what I'm going through and at least fake on this one!? God, why are you being so fucking selfish?"
"You know what no I'm done with this! When you're ready to talk and not insult me than you can find me in the guest room. But just take your fucking time! I don't want to pressure you!"
With that I walked up the stairs to our room grabbed clothes and all my daily needs and walked down the stairs again. I walked right past him and into the guess room slamming the door right behind me. This was seriously going to be a long night!
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I heard the doorbell; it was maybe 9:30. I wasn't expecting anyone and I'm not sure if Zayn had called the boys to come over. If he did then that would be a very inconsiderate thing to do since we just had a fight. I heard a thick Irish voice and then a loud laugh. Niall's laugh could always put a smile on my face. I want to go out there and talk to him and Louis I think is also with him.
I hear them talking and whispering something then I hear a knock on the door. I don't know if I should open it or not. I'm only wearing my pajama shorts and a black over-sized jumper. My hair is up in a bun now and I'm not wearing the slight make-up I applied this morning.
"(Y/N) are you there, the door is locked are you ok?" I heard Niall ask from the other side of the door. I took one more look in the mirror that's resting on the brown wall before I open the door, and see Niall standing the with an arm resting on the door frame sporting a sympathetic smile.
"How you doin babe?" he asked in that sweet o'l Irish accent.
I sighed before answering because honestly, I don't know how I'm doing.
