Oh man I messed up.
Did I?
I am fucking selfish. Usually I'll brush off people's words. But having someone close to you tell you your wrongs makes you question the world.
I regret going over Zayn's house, he's been calling me non-stop. But I'm to afraid to answer. A week passed by since his problem with me.
I gasped, this was the most harshest thing he has ever told me.
"M-Millie! I'm sorry." Zayn realized. A frown was on my face by now.
"I didn't mean it!" He tried to explain himself.
I sighed, "I'll see you next time."
Without another word I left his room.
Zayn ran after me and pulled me back. I yanked my arm away from him.
"P-please." I teared up. "I-I'll see you Monday."
"Millie? What's wrong?" Niall suddenly appeared next to us.
"Take me home." I told him. Niall nodded his head and said by to the lads for me. He covered my face so they couldn't see my tears.
"Millie, I'm sorry." Zayn kept on repeating as we got to Niall's car. "Please, don't leave."
Thankfully Niall drove away.
"Do you want something to eat?" Mum knocked on the door, opening it.
I shook my head , no. Then turned around with my blanket wrapping around me. She sighed and throwing a bag full of random foods inside onto my bed.
"I got you all your favorite foods," She softly spoke. "I don't want you to go through with what happen when you were younger. Millie, Please eat."
well if it's chicken, why not?
It's not that I wasn't eating. But these past couple of days, mummy hasn't been making good food. She has been making sushi, salads, ham. Literally as one entrée.
That's really disgusting.
Though I am completely surprised she's noticing my behavior. The only time she actually cared was that time when I was younger.
"Millie!" I heard dad yell.
Then there's him. My dad who has a problem with not wanting to see me in this position. He hates when I look so weak or sick.
His words when I was younger. 'ew! get away from me!'
"Niall is here!" He yells.
should I let him in?
"Send him up!" I yell. Snuggling closer to my blanket. It's very warm in here and most likely cold out there.
Or it's the air conditioning that dad turned on.
The door to my room was pushed open. Niall had a big smile as he held up a back of my favorite foods too. He frowned as he saw the bag that my mum gave me.
