Chapter 15

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Riley takes a step towards me, a chilling smirk spread across his face.

"Please Riley, just go. I don't want to speak to you." I plead and his smile grows as he leans into my neck and whispers into my ear.

"Cmon Bells, you know that's not really what you want." he hisses, his tone hushed. I shiver as his warm breath hits my ear and back away from him. He grabs my hand startling me and slowly moves it to his lips, placing a light kiss onto my knuckles.

"Get away from me" My hand involuntarily whips across his face, as the cracking of the contact of my hand with his face echoes from wall to wall. His clear blue eyes narrow at me, his stare distant and cold, before anger flashes through them as he grabs my waist and chucks me onto the bed, towering above me.

He breathes heavily and uncontollably, and the exasperation in his eyes seems to increase by the second. I stare at the heartless boy stood above me and begin to cry in anger as I sit up and push him away from me, standing from the bed.

"What do you even want? What?" I scream at him, my breathing becoming just as uncontrollable as his was a few seconds ago. He looks at me with confused eyes that come across to be slightly.. afraid? but stays silent.

"I don't want to be with you! And why do you think that is? Because you treated me like shit! Like absolute shit! And what you think I would actually want to be with you? You've stalked me ever since we broke up for months now! I'm not standing for it anymore! Seriously, if you don't leave me alone, I'm calling the police. I mean it" I shriek, before grabbing my things and walking towards the door.

"With the help of your friend." He apprises me, and I drop my things on the floor before turning to look at him.

"What?" I ask him, my voice much calmer than before, but my heart pounding and my breathing accelerating.

He twiddles his thumbs, smirking a malicious smirk before his villainous eyes look at mine. 

"You didn't know?" he cackles, "Sky's my cousin. She's been practically feeding me information ever since she met you." 

My heart sinks, and I find myself holding onto the wall to hold myself up. What? This can't be true. She wouldn't, would she? What seems to be the 1000th tear since I've arrived in London runs down my cheek. I don't bother to wipe it away, but look at Riley with curious and pleading eyes, waiting for more answers. He begins to slowly pace around the room taunting me, before deciding to continue making me breaking my heart.

"How do you think I got your number so many times? How I knew where you were, what you were doing? How do you think I found out you were moving here?" His cunning grin is corrupt as he watches me weaken, before he walks past me, surprisingly leaving me alone in my hotel room. I find myself frozen where I'm standing, floods of tears involuntarily streaming down my cheeks. My nails dig into my palms harshly, and I welcome the tender pain willingly.

I knew things could get worse than they have been, knowing that Riley is here and he would definitely try to see me again, and even though I've been through a lot in my life, finding out that Sky is Riley's cousin is something that even can't handle. Finding out that one of the closest people to me in my life at the moment has been pretending to care about me and trying to ruin my life even more so than it has been ruined already this entire time makes my heart ache. I feel sick knowing that the times where she's comforted me, given me advice, and tried to cheer me up, she's also been feeding him information about me, giving him my numbers, and telling him where to find me.

The only thing I want to do is run. Run and keep on running until I eventually reach my mom's house back in Australia, find her and hug her. Cry into her shoulder, and hear her tell me it will be okay for the hundredth time. I need to hear her soothing voice. I need her, I need my mom more than anyone right now. And nobody, not even Justin or Zayn, can even come close to the comfort I need right now.

I can't stay here. I just can't. I pick up my things and press my back against the door to shut it, before sliding down and sitting on the floor against it. I pull out my phone and text my mum:

*I'm going to come home for a while, mum. I'll explain when I get there but I'll call you at the airport and let you know my flight. x*

I cry uncontrollably as I send the message. Why me? Why has all of this happened to me? And what did I ever do to deserve it?

I pull myself together before grabbing a map from the hotel reception and working out where to collect my student card from. I find a small building on the map which is right across campus in which there is the student finances.

I decide to eat my now stone-cold food from the takeaway van before making my way across campus to find the small building.

I walk slowly, glancing down at my map every so often. I earn a few strange looks from other students due to my obviously rugged and shaken appearance but decide not to care as I continue to walk. I realise I'm lost and look down at my map once more as I continue walking but bump into two boys and lose everything I'm holding. I bend down to grab them and recognize the caramel hair that bends down to do the same before standing and looking at the two very familiar boys standing before me.

Justin.. with Zayn? Together? Confusion is clear in my face as the two of them stand awkwardly looking at me.

"Are you okay? Have you been crying?" Justin asks concernedly. Zayn stays silent, but worry shows clearly through his chestnut eyes.

"I'm fine" I mumble, rudely grabbing my things from Justin before walking on, hopelessly trying to find this building that I'm not even sure that exists at this point. I'm stopped by an excruciating pain in my stomach to which I yelp and fall to the floor in agony.

I wake up in an ambulance, seeing a blury image of Justin and Zayn leaning over me with extreme concern. I look around confusedly before seeing a large area of blood on my bed. My eyes close slowly, as my head spins back into a fuzzy unconsciousness.

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