got lightning in a bottle || n.h au

twenty six

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× Zahraa ×

I feel as though I'm jinxed. Or cursed.

Or all of it really.

Seriously. 

Whenever I try and fix things, it just all goes to shit. Everything just ends up becoming a thousand times worse than it already was.

I met up with Nick trying to get answers, which I did get. But now, I'm faced with Liam, who clearly got the wrong idea when he arrived at the café and has probably already told Niall about how I was on a date with Nick already.

Not even a week into our... yeah. 

Way to fuck up my chances.

Congrats, Zahraa.

My chances at fixing things with Niall are dwindling very rapidly, and I wont lie, it scares me so much.

I took my time walking home. The longer the walk, the later I'd get home.

As much as I wanted to confront Satan about everything she'd done, I also needed to cool down.

I was royally pissed right now, and I tend to get blackouts when I'm angry. I don't want to do anything I may regret.

Like crack her skull against the wall.

Or pull her intestines out through her mouth and strangle her with them.

Yeah that'd be nice.

Not for her, no. But who cares.

Not me, that's for sure.

I was so distracted by my murderous thoughts, that sooner than I would've hoped, I was already walking into the house.

I found Satan lounging on the couch. Flipping through the channels.

All the rage I had attempted to surpress on the short walk here just bubbled to the surface.

"You!" I yelled, slamming the door shut and marching my way to where she sat on the couch.

"Me?" Her eyes widened, her posture straightening.

"Yes you, you devil! Why did you do it?!" I was seething, my hands balled into fists on either side of me.

"Do what?" She shrugged, looking like the picture of innocence.

"Cut the shit! You know what you did!"

She sighed, a smirk making its way onto her face.

"Took you long enough"

"You-you selfish piece of shit! Does it make you that mad?! Seeing me happy for once?"

"He's just a boy, Zahraa. They come and go. You'll survive" she shrugged, turning her attention to her perfectly manicured hands.

"He's not just a boy! I-I love him! And who the hell are you to decide that for me? Who died and made you God? Flipping hell you ruined one of the best things that's happened to me! Why Shayna? Just tell me why" my anger had quickly dissolved into hurt and disappointment at this point, my voice cracking on the last syllable.

Not that I had that much faith in her to begin with, but it still hurts

"I did you a favour, okay? All boys are assholes who promise you the world and sell you dreams but instead end up kissing your so-called best friend on your couch!" She yelled for the first time since our confrontation had begun.

"What?"

"He was going to break your heart anyway" she sighed.

"And how the fuck would you know that?"

"I just do" she stared a hole into the wall.

"Is that what happened to you, Shayna? Were you hurt so badly that you're now convinced that every guy out there is a no-good, cheating scumbag?"

"All you need to know is that I helped you."

"You didn't help me, Shayna. You ruined my one shot at happiness, my shot at being with someone who appreciates me and actually likes my company and thinks I'm an interesting person. Someone who doesn't make fun of my urge to take pictures of anything and everything. Who looks at me like I somehow hung the stars and the moon. Someone I'd come to love and care for deeply, more so then I ever thought I could. You didn't help me at all. You sabotaged my relationship, and I'll never forgive you for this. And you know what? No wonder you couldn't even keep the guy, whoever he is. You're too self centered and evil to ever think about anyone other than yourself. He did himself a favour by leaving. I would too"

And with that I ran out of the living room - ignoring the look of utter disbelief and what looked like hurt on her face- and beelined for my bedroom.

"Wait, Zahraa I-"

I didn't even wait to hear whatever she yelled out afterwards. Not a word from her would ever make this okay.

She single-handedly fucked up my life. And in doing that, she had severed any and all tied that had once brought us together.

As of now, she's dead to me.

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