Loved You Anyway [Zayn Malik]

32: A Month Left

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Chapter 32: 

Hazel POV:

*1 month later

I tapped my fingers angrily across the table. Anger and hate was bubbling throughout my blood system and all I wanted to do was yell and just leave this sitting room. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me, to us, to both families, to everything they've been through. To their own daughter.

"Hazel, say something."

"What do you want me to say, Mum!?" I asked her, my voice rising in anger. "Congratulations?"

She frowned and gave a sideways glance at my father, who was sitting down on the armchair. One of his arm resting on the armchair, licking his lips; he looked pissed off and I didn't blame him. It was all of her fault. How the hell could she do that to him? He loved her and she was too blind and an idiot and a selfish asshole to even realise that.

"Hazel, don't be mad at me, please," she pleaded with me.

"I don't be mad with you!? Are you even bloody kidding me!?" I cried out at her in disbelief. "Oh my God! I can't believe you're asking me to not be mad at you! I'm fucking pissed off at you and want to rip you into pieces!" I screamed and she looked away in embarrassment. 

I didn't even want to look at her anymore. I didn't want to see her anymore, let alone live under the same roof as she did. I know she never liked me, even though she is my mother I knew she never liked me and I was never close to her, nor my father to be honest.

She was one hell of a bitch and I hated her, I truly hated her. 

"I feel sorry for you," I told her, standing up.

She gave me a hopeful look but when she noticed my disgusted look, it quickly faded.

"You just lost a husband that actually cared and loved you and a daughter that actually cared about you even if you never did. I know you never loved me and I never loved you back, I mean, why should I? But I cared about you! You never did!" I screamed at her, feeling tears stinging my eyes. "You should feel ashamed and disgusted with yourself!"

With that, I turned around and left the room without another word. I climbed the stairs two-by-two and slammed my bedroom door shut, locking it behind me. My bedroom light was still turned on, my curtains drawn open but luckily Zayn wasn't in his bedroom.

He had some sort of rehearsal at Louis' house for their upcoming audition at XFactor, which was tomorrow and they had gotten the application to enter and audition in Manchester. They were still trying to come up with the names. Niall had actually suggested the name 'Niall and the Potatoes' 

When he suggested that name, we all looked at him like he was a freak, then burst out laughing. I didn't even smile at the memory, like I usually did. I was too angry to smile at anything. I thanked God that Zayn wasn't at home at the moment because if he were, I'd have to explain to him what happened.

In the past month, after the kiss, Zayn and I had sort of grown more closer but not in a relationship but as friends. The whole rivalry between both families was completely forgotten and I didn't care about it anymore. I never told Zayn what it was actually about and he never asked about it. I didn't know if he knew what it was but I'm guessing not.