Chapter 8

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FEOBIE'S POV


"So Zayn did you tell them what really happened?" I said. 

"What?" Dylancie asked confused. 

"No. They don't need to know." Zayn said. 

"Yes they do!" I said. 

"Then why doesn't Dylancie explain since she did it to herself!" 

"Explain what?" Dylancie yelled. 

"Why you started cutting!" Zayn yelled. Dylancie gasped and all eyes landed on her. 

"You caused it Zayn! Now explain!" I said trying to direct the attention off of Dylancie. 

"I didn't cause anything!" Zayn yelled taking a step toward me.

"Feobie stop." Dylancie said softly.

"You wanna know? Do you really!" Zayn yelled.

"No fucking shit!" I yelled back.

"Feobie! Stop!" Dylancie yelled and stood between Zayn and I. 

"It wasn't Zayn that caused me to cut." Dylancie said looking down at the ground. 

"Then?" 

"Stop it Feobie." Harry said. 

"No. She deserves to know." Dylancie said looking at Harry. She turned and looked at me. "It was you." I never thought it'd be me causing her to self harm.

"Stop defending Zayn." I said not wanting to believe the truth. She shook her head.

"I'm not defending Zayn, Feobie. I swear. You were perfect. All the guys liked you. I was known as Feobie's friend. Never as Dylancie. You were smart. Fit. Athletic. Pretty. Funny. And you could kick ass when you needed to." 

"Dylancie..." Zayn said and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't." She said not looking at Zayn. Zayn removed his hand from her shoulder.

"There! Now you know! It was you! So back the hell off Zayn! He didn't cause shit! You did! So have a nice fucking day!" She yelled and gave a fake smile at the end and ran out of the room. I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I fell into the seat and just stared at the wall across from me.

Nice job Feobie. Fuck everything up.

"I'm sorry Zayn for almost punching you." Harry said. 

"It's okay. You tend to do that a lot." Zayn joked. They both chuckled.

"I'll go check up on her." Harry suggested. 

"Wait where's Niall?" Liam asked.



NIALL'S POV


When I saw Dylancie run out of the room, I ran out after her. I liked her ever since I saw her, but Harry always gets the girls. Even if he doesn't like the girl back he still gets her. It's like a way of life in One Direction. Harry Styles gets the girls. No ifs or buts or maybes.

"Dylancie!" I called when I saw her sitting next to the water fountain crying. I ran over and sat down next to her. "Dylancie I'm so sorry." I said and hugged her.

"It's just so hard Niall. All the guys, and I mean all the guys like her. No guys ever look at me." She sniffled. 

"Well I know one guy who does look at you."

"Harry does. I know. But that's it." 

"No. Not only him." 

"Then who Niall? Who else would look at me?" She said looking up at me.

"M-"

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