struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 6: Not feeling well

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Chapter 6: Not feeling well

His hand made his way to my lower stomach, playing with my waistband, teasing while with his lips kissed my neck. His tongue roamed my neck, his teeth buried on the side of my neck making me moan in pain but at the same time it felt so good. That made him chuckle, "Your skin is so soft..." He whispered. His hair tickled my cheek as I could feel his hot breath on my ear. He hovered me and stared at my eyes, before he whispered, "I love you"

I woke up, staring at the ceiling trying to get my breathing stead, but no avail. I sat up immediately cleaning the sweat from my forehead with the top of my hand, before looking at the other side of the bed. "He's gone." I bit my bottom lip, pulling my knees up to my nose and cried.

Zayn left the house with a final kiss with the excuses that he'll be staying at Liam's, hotels and touring to promote their new album and announce the new tour. Most of that was true, but I was expecting he could just tell me that he's with Perrie. I never told him that I heard him, but maybe right now he'll be expecting that I already know by the rumor going around on Twitter. He said that we might not see each other or call or text like before just because he was busy, but I clearly know that is because he has someone else.

It's been weeks; many weeks that I think I should call it a complete month. I'm skipping the university and taking the classes in the internet. I didn't want to see anybody, I didn't want to be bombarded with questions and I even rejected the calls from my friends and family, I know they only wanted to know about my 'relationship' with Zayn.

I stood up and walked to the closet, taking out the some of the clothes Zayn left. I took out a sweater and inhaled the sweet smell of Zayn's cologne. Wiping my tears, I changed into my shorts, his sweater and got into my converse. I grabbed the skateboard, under the bed and smiled, "Hell yeah."

After braiding my hair, I ran off outside being greeted by my neighbors. Wait, I have neighbors? "So long, no see! You've been inside their like if it was your cave." The old lady said, as her grandson waved at me. I didn't even know you existed, I coughed and waved back.

I stepped on the skateboard and made my way somewhere far away from the flat. I couldn't stand to be in there anymore, it felt so empty and I missed to hear Zayn around the house, singing or complaining that I haven't cook.

Move on!

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wind, getting my hair messier and soon I bumped with someone. I fell on my butt and between my legs lay a boy, wiggling off me. "I am so sorry!" I squeaked.

He groaned, standing up before looking at me. "No wonder the clumsiness, hello Chelsea." He rolled his eyes before grabbing my arm without warning and pulled me up.

"What are you doing here, Louis?" I frowned. He leant on the bus sign, cleaning the dirt from his shirt.

"Walking, expecting to be bothered by the paparazzi" He knelt, to get his ray bans and put them on, "Didn't expect you to see you here." He said, his lips turning into a thin line. "Have you've been crying?"

No, I just have sand in my eyes you dumbass and that's why they are puffy, you little shit. Yeah thanks to the dickhead you call best friend, I am talking about Zayn Malik aka life-ruiner and heartbreaker. Hope he get his balls ripped off and burnt by Perrie Edwards. Ha, Perrie Edwards, is she blonde? Is she a purple-head or pink-head? How about redhead? The world may never know.

"You must be really happy that Zayn and Perrie are together now. I'm not in One Direction's life anymore." Louis took a step closer to me and looked down at me.

"You know?"

"If I didn't, I was going to find out anyways. It's all over the internet." I grabbed the skateboard and pulled it under my arm.

"Look, I admit I sort of dislike you, but I'm not heartless." Louis said before looking at the streets. "I just don't like people who use us for fame or have a hate account that almost cause One Direction break up."

"Bye." I muttered, walking past by him but he grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your fucking business"

"Sassy." Louis smirked.

"You can tell Zayn that I already know," I sniffed, wiping my eyes, "He can suck my non-existing dick."

"There it is... sometimes I try to like you, but you talk like a peasant."

"Thanks for making me feel worse." I shook my head. He didn't let me go, instead he kept talking.

"What do you know about Perrie and Zayn?" He asked with curiosity, before letting my wrist go.

"That they're dating, is there something more that I should know?"

Louis bit his thumb, before shaking his head, "Nope."

"Oh."

"Where are you going?" He asked again after a long pause. I scratched the back of my neck and shrugged with a sigh.

"Home, can't wait to drown in my tears." I waved my hands in the air with no humor.

Louis raised his eyebrows before laughing like if I was a joke. I remembered that back in France, Louis apologized for being a bitch with me but he never changed.

I felt myself getting dizzy, "Oh no, there's two" I whined, did Louis have a clone?

"You're pale, are you okay?" Louis asked, holding me by the shoulders.

My vision was getting blurred. "I want to puke." I grabbed my stomach and covered my mouth, staring at his shoes - it would look cooler if it had a hint of vomit.

"NOT IN MY SHOES, MOORE!"

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Author's Note:

Hiiiii, sorry if the chapter sucked! The story will get better, I promise, but I don't know when will be the next update. This weekend I'll be away! I started vacations on May and I start on August, this sucks... School can suck my dick! :(

I need Louis more in the story, he's important. But HEY don't start thinking that something will happen between them because... no... maybe, lol no, lol yes. And don't worry; you'll see more Zelsea soon. It's a surprise! .xx