Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 11

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For a second, I did not know what to say to him. The urge to slap him across the face and yell at him clouds me.

Do it!  My subconscious only wants more fight and I want to ignore her before she succeeds in that attempt.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?", I know quite well what he meant by that but the detailed the argument, it will only be better for me to look at things in his way.

Zayn shakes his head and grins like an idiot. We both do that a lot, we piss each other off by smiling and grinning in their face while arguing, "Well, is he any special to you?", he makes me clear but it's still the same in my head.

I bite my bottom lip and try to shove all my emotions down, "Yes Zayn, he is special to me."

I don't want to piss him off, but if we have a relation we might as well have it based on honestly, right?

When I bloody want an opinion, my subconscious would hide somewhere and not answer me. That bitch.

Shut up, I don't want to get into your way. Oh, now she's talking. I roll my eyes at her.

"Wow, you have the audacity to rub that in my face?", Zayn looks more than just pissed.

He was about to get off the bed when I pull him by his arm and turn him to myself, "Yeah, he is special, he is special because he needs me right now, Zayn. He's special because he is so broken that he has no idea what he feels on the inside. He's special because he's got to the level where he can trust me, he's special because he's damaged and he wants to get better. That's the only fucking reason, he's special.", I almost yell in his face.

About time, huh? The only time you got closer to Zayn's face was when you kissed him and now you're yelling. My subconscious leaves no chance to make me feel bad about myself.

Zayn seems pretty convinced and I know, he will soon be okay with everything and will convince me to let it all go.

I let go of his hand and walk back down, after all the yelling and screaming, I could really use some water to clear my head.

Drinking some water, I make my way to the couch, I can really just lay down here for a while because I don't want to walk back up and see him laying over the bed, sleeping. Because when he fights, one of my part is with him and if he sleeps over it...everything seems irritating.

I turn the TV on, I don't remember the last time I watched TV. Being a therapist, I don't remember a lot of things that I've not done recently. It has it's own cons but its nothing better than helping people. And sometimes, only sometimes, the happiness that floods through you when you hear about their misery makes you laugh about yours.

I switch it back off, and walk upstairs. I see Zayn laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. He sighs huge when he sees me walking in and I gulp. I pick my phone up and look back at him, "I'm heading out for a walk.", I just simply state.

Zayn looks at me but doesn't say anything, he either should stop me or ask me to go.

Why would he decide that for you? Do whatever you want to do.My subconscious isn't helping but then again, she never does.

I walk back down and grab my jacket, I also pick my key to the house and walk outside. The wind hits me and I smile instantly, nothing cheers me up like a good walk. Everything just seems to get clear and straight in your head.

I believe if you need to make decisions, all you need to so is walk alone to yourself.

Maybe that's the reason that all you make is dumb decisions in life. My subconscious won't let me be alone.

Walking down the street, I see the road filling up with people and I sigh to myself. I have never been able to walk all by myself and enjoy it.

I feel a tap over my shoulder and I turn around only to see his face.

"Walking all by yourself, why?", he grins at me and I feel the disgust in his eyes.

I roll my eyes and stare at him, "Niall, we parted ways years ago, what is still wrong with you?"

Somehow today, everyone has decided to get on my nerves. It seems like today is, "Piss Paige Day".

Self obsessed, I see. But for my subconscious that day, that's everyday.

"You made me a terrible person.", he says like I'm the one to do it.

I sigh and throw my hands in the air, "This...", I point to the bottle of scotch in his hand, "This won't make you a better person and the way you still talk to people isn't going to take you places either. So, relax."

Niall laughs, throwing his head back. These are the kind of people who sometimes makes me feel like I need a therapist.

I told you. My subconscious is in favour of me walking to a therapist and getting myself fixed.

"Before I walked in that stupid therapist session of yours, I was fine. I had a fucking life!", he yells in my face.

Deja vu. My subconscious reminds me, referring to the fight I just had with Zayn.

"You were broken and you still you. You still stand in that very sad and lonely place, Niall.", no matter where I go, the therapist inside of me won't shut up.

Niall points a finger to me, "You have no idea how much I hate you."

I shake my head, "How many people do you actually love, Niall?"

Adding names to the end of a well heated argument only makes it better and effective.

He furrows his brows, "Oh you mean I have no fucking friends?"

I shrug, "Are you agreeing that you don't?"

"No. I have loads of friends and I don't think you need to know about any.", he snaps.

I let out a chuckle and I saw his jaw clenching.

You realise that he might hit you, right? My subconscious is trying to help me. I roll my eyes at her, Niall has been my patient for a few months, I know what would trigger him. And he will definitely not hit a girl.

"Listen, you little filthy therapist, I don't want you to tell me what and who I need in life, I'm okay being me."

I roll my eyes at him and he raises an eyebrow, "You're alone in life and that's all you'll ever be.", there it was. Exactly what would trigger him.

Niall slams the bottle on the ground and takes a step towards me, I keep my feet stable on the floor and wait for him to say the nastiest thing to me.

My subconscious is hiding under the bed and is super scared of Niall right now, I'm glad someone could shut her up.

"You have no fucking right to say that, you bitch!", he's cussing.

Before I could open my mouth to talk back to him, I hear a familiar voice only it's way too loud.

"And you have no fucking right to talk to her that way, you dick!"

My subconscious gets up and stands over the bed, she shakes her head, 'You're getting into a lot of trouble.', she barks.

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