Make the Most of It

27. Friends... Again

I was already out the door, with Doniya right on my heel. I had already started crying and right now I couldn't care less. I wasn't going to let him mess with me over and over again. I ran to her car and waited for Doniya to unlock it. I was standing by the door of the passenger side when I felt someone's strong arms turn me around. It was Zayn; I knew his touch anywhere.

"Wait listen to me Nikki." I shrugged his arms off.

"I don't want to listen to you!"

"Please give me a chance," he begged.

"I gave you so many chances! I came all the way to freaking England so I could see you, but you're just messing around with other girls as usual!" My voice cracked a couple times, but I didn't care. He tried to wipe the tears off my cheek, but I slapped his hands off my face.

"Don't touch me!" Doniya unlocked the car door and I climbed in without looking back at Zayn once. I could tell that she didn't know who's side to take. Her cheating brother or her cheating brother's girlfriend. Wait, no. Ex-girlfriend. She rolled down the windows so I could get some air.

The last thing I heard before we drove off was Zayn screaming. "I love you Nikki!" And that just made me cry all over again. Doniya handed me a tissue and tried to comfort me, but I didn't utter a single word.

She said things like "I'm sure there's some explanation," or "It'll be okay." But, I didn respond to any of them. They were just words. They could never mend my broken heart.

We drove in silence and only talked when Doniya said bye to me as I entered the hotel again. I went up the stairs, into my room, threw myself down the bed and cried until there wasn't a single ounce of tears left in my body.

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I woke up the next morning to someone knocking softly on my door. "Nikki?" She called in. I hadn't ordered any room service though. I walked cautiously to the door and when I opened it, I saw that it was Waliyha, one of Zayn's younger sisters.

"Hey Doniya told me what happened and I'm sorry on Zayn's behalf." I didn't say anything. Instead I walked over to my bed leaving the door open to allow her to come in. She sat down on the bed next to me.

"I know you probably don't want to talk to anyone and since you don't have your friends here with you, I'll take their spot." I looked up at her as she held her arms open for me. She reminded me oddly of Aria. Either way, I threw myself into her arms and cried yet again. "Let it all out. I'm going to beat Zayn so bad, trust me. I'm going to start a riot and chase him around the country with sticks of fire."

I cracked a smile and Waliyha noticed. "Hey! There's the smile I wanted to see!"

"How old are you?" I asked as I wiped my face and sniffed.

"Seventeen."

"You act really mature for your age."

"Oh thanks. I don't get that a lot though." I chuckled slightly. "So what do you want to do to let your anger out? Go shooting? Go throw glass utensils at a wall?"

"No nothing. I think I'm just going to stay here for a while. I have to leave to go to Italy in a week so I'll just live out the rest of the week here."

"Why Italy?"

"I'm a fashion designer." Her face lit up.