I jumped up, as If i where in a grave. I looked around to see I was in a cave made of mud and stone, and a lanter lit, on a night stand. I'm in a grave?! I bright light flashed in my face. I blocked it slightly with my hand.
"Zayn?" I asked. He stood my there with a lantern in his hand. He walked closer to me, and pressed his hand against my cheek.
"It's gone" he commented, sitting down on the bed next to me.
"What's going on? Where's Liam and Harry? What about the war?" I asked question at a time. Zayn chuckled and then frowned.
"Harry said to hide you, secrelty. The war is still on" he said pointing above us.
"Up above" he stated calmly.
"So we are in an underground tunnel...room?" I asked questionably.
"Kinda like an under ground shelter" he nodded handing me the lantern. I can't beleive Harry. That's unfair! Liam's men are creating blood shed over me and he still cheats? What the hell Harry?! I cried in my hands at the thought of Liam's men anf their family's crying for them.
"Oh don't cry love" he said patting my back.
"NO! BLOOD SHED IS UP THERE PEOPLE ARE BEING KILLED, AND I'M JUST HERE SAFE AND SOUND UNDER HERE!" i screamed bawling into Zayn's shirt. Zayn kissed my cheek.
"Oh it's alright love,it's not an all night all day war, the soldiers that live stay in the soldier shelter for the night, and fight in the morning, so Harry will come tonight, it's already 8:57, he's coming in about 3 minutes" he attmepted to cheer me up. I just screamed louder bawling. Zayn sulked and rubbed my back, for relief.
"I DON'T WANT HARRY! HE'S A ASS HOLE!" screamed.
"I want Liam" I whispered, still crying. The door opened a rahter steamed Harry.
"WHY DO YOU WANT HIM" He replied, referring to Liam in digust. I curled up in fetal position, and whimpered, but that only made him angrier. He pulled my hair, forcing me to scream.
"HE CUT YOU!" He screamed in my face.
"Hazz I think she's had enough" Zayn said with begging eyes. Harry put me down and stroked my hair gently.
"I'm sorry" he said gently.
"SORRY?! SORRY?! SORRY DOESN'T FIX EVERYTHING HARRY! TAKE A PLATE SMASH IT ON THE FLOOR, SAY SORRY TO IT? IS IT FIXED HARRY? IS IT?!" I screamed still choking down sobs. He reched for my face, I slapped his hand away, I wouldn't dare let him touch me, never.
"I'm fed up being a rag doll thrown around" I said in a broken voice., as if I was loosing my voice. Harry ran a hand through his hair, and sighed uneasily.
"GOD WHAT DO YOU WANT?! HOW IS LIAM BETTER?!" He screamed.
"He's not any better than you are. A monster." I whispered. Harry gave up and walked out. Good now he knew how I felt.
