Typical {H.S}

Chapter 35

I stand there staring at him, eyes wide open from mere shock. Is this for real or am I having another one of those fucking nightmares? Coming back to Melbourne, this only crossed my mind as a worst case scenario sort of thing. Never did I think it would actually happen.

I abruptly turn to my mum who's annoyingly smiling happily as she looks at Zayn in adoration. She should have dated him not me.

"Mum did you seriously invite Zayn over for dinner?" I snarl at her through gritted teeth.

She smiles at me with pity, like I'm stupid for not wanting him here. "Your father and I, Zayn also, want you two to make amends. Maybe even start dating again!" She claps her hands together excitedly like this plan of hers is panning out oh-so-well. I didn't think my mother was this stupid.

"No," I rattle my head in astonishment. "I don't care for Zayn. Not in the slightest anymore."

Zayn walks over to my mum and gives her a look that I can't quite make out. They can't be serious right now.

Niall walks over to me from the lounge room. His face full of worry. He stands close to me. "It's ok. Don't freak out too much. I'll make him leave if comes to," he whispers.

I quickly look at him and give him a very small but assuring smile. I'm finding it difficult to compose myself right now. The things Zayn used to do to me gives me chills. No one knows, not Harry not Niall. It's just too embarrassing.

"Come on Violet. You know I'm good for you. That's why we dated for so long," Zayn attempts an innocent smile.

"Oh don't give me that shit Zayn. For the second year of our relationship you only ever wanted me around for sex." I almost mentioned the abuse, that's all he seemed to enjoy doing to me but I coward. I didn't want Niall finding out that way either.

"Zayn's not like that," my horrible mother defends him. I'm surprised my dad hasn't come out of his room to start defending Zayn as well. Her statement absolutely did it for me.

"What the fuck would you know?!" I almost scream at my mum. I step forward to get closer to her but Niall quickly grabs a hold of my bicep, holding me back. "Every time you saw Zayn he put on this fake persona. It was so different to what he was like behind closed doors." I'm absolutely raging at her.

Not surprisingly my dad walks out from the hallway with a strong growing crease on his forehead. "What's going on?" He says sternly to me.

"It doesn't matter. I'm leaving," I pull myself out of Niall's grasp and run to the room I was supposed to be staying the night in. I grab my small bag that I didn't bother unpacking which was now turning out to be a very smart idea.

Niall enters the room quickly. "You're leaving right now? This instance?" He stands by my side, looking at me.

"I have to. I'm not going to be here with Zayn while he acts like the victim and my parents completely oblivious to the real him. I just can't do it Niall," a tear streams down my cheek. I'm scared honestly, I don't think Zayn would do anything to me while my parents and Niall are here, but that isn't making it any easier for me.

"I'll make him leave. How's that? Then we'll leave straight away in the morning to the airport. It will just be so much quicker getting home that way. I know it will be tomorrow but you're strong enough to pull through this, especially if he's not here," Niall says to me while he looks at me dead in the eyes. He's probably so confused as to why I'm so scared. He only knows that Zayn just used me for sex when I was too naive to see it. I have never had the courage to tell Niall the things he used to do to me. No one knows that.

"Niall, I don't know," I look at the floor. "He," I stop myself. I can't tell Niall now. It will just make things messier. "If you make him leave then I'll stay till morning. If not then I have to leave now. I'm sorry."

"There's something you're not telling me isn't there?" He looks at me so intently. Looking for anything I'll give him.

I look to my left so Niall is only able to see the side of my face. I'm about to cry and I don't want him to see that. I scrunch my nose, trying to hold back the tears but it doesn't work. I just break down. I quickly cover my face, I hate people seeing me cry.

"Via what did Zayn used to do to you that you're not telling me?" He says quite angrily, not making the situation any better.

"I..." I just keep crying. Flashbacks coming back of the things Zayn did to me.

I hear Niall hurry out of my room without another word. I finally uncover my face and open my eyes to see the evidence of Niall's exit.

"What the fuck did you do to her?!" I hear Niall yell. Something bangs. Oh no.

I run, literally, and I never run, out of my room and to the lounge room. Everything is still quite misty from my heavy tears. I see Zayn is on the ground with a slight pained expression on his face. So his body was that banging noise. Good.

"Niall what are you doing? What are you talking about?" My mum squarks at Niall. Such astonishment on her face.

Zayn launches himself up from the ground and gets right into Niall's face. Noses almost touching. "Nothing that concerns you!" Zayn pushes him back, making Niall hit the coffee table that's behind his legs. Niall's face shows a small pained expression that he tries to hide behind his frown.

I have to do something. Niall's not getting hurt because of my problems. "Zayn just fucking leave!" I yell at him, trying to sound somewhat intimidating. I quickly walk closer to him, but not too close, I'm not that brave. "I will never, ever even think about having anything to do with you again. I'm so in love with Harry that it hurts. But it's a good hurt. Not like what you used to do to me."

"I never hurt you Violet!" His voice saying my name again sent a wave of chills throughout my body. I had to even hold back tears as more memories filled my mind. "I don't know what you're talking about! I love you and I always will." What bullshit.

Both my parents stand back and watch the argument unfold. I wonder if they're believing a single word coming out of my mouth. Niall stands closely behind Zayn. Staying out of the argument but being there if he needs to be.

"Zayn you used to try and cut my fat with scissors! You call that not hurting me!" I harshly scream at his face. The whole neighbourhood probably heard me but I wasn't thinking enough to care. I was so mad I didn't even filter what I should have. I've never seen Niall's eyes go so wide and fill with so much anger. "You call guilt tripping me into getting drunk so I was an easier fuck," I use my fingers as quotation marks for the last two words, "not hurting me?" I yell again but more at anger with myself then him. I was so so naive and stupid. I'm so glad I left.

"You did that stuff to her?" My dad surprisingly buts in. He looks mad. I didn't know he would care.

"No! She's lying," he lies. God he was good. Even I almost believed him. Not an ounce of doubt in his voice or face.

My dad looks at me, not sure who to believe. I shakily lift up the bottom of my shirt, showing a scare that lays on the bottom of my stomach. My dads mouth opens, jaw going ajar. I look to Niall, he looks like he's going to rip Zayn's head off any minute now.

"Leave." Dad grunts sternly and assertively. Zayn looks over to my mum with a hopeful expression. But my mum says nothing. She just walks down the hallway and into her room, not even an ounce of emotion on her face.

"What the fuck are you still doing standing here. Leave!" Niall waves his hands in he air as he stands next to Zayn, looking like if he doesn't move in the next three seconds that Niall will happily chuck him out himself.

I stand there still and motionless. I'm holding back from breaking down. I can't cry in front of Zayn. I don't want him having that satisfaction. I need Harry here, he makes everything better, he makes everything okay. Zayn gives me one last deathly look, then he walks out the front door with a large bang. As soon as that door shut, I flop myself onto the uncomfortable lounge, put my face into my hands and cry. Just cry my absolute heart out.

Immediately Niall is by my side, trying his hardest to comfort me with a tight hug. He was hugging me so tight it started to hurt, I didn't bother stopping him. I was already in so much pain.