Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Eight.

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“Are you ready?” Zayn’s head popped into the bathroom. The thing was though I wasn’t ready. I was still holding my makeup bag in my hand, unopened.

I got to invested in watching myself. I got to the point where I was staring into my own dull eyes. They were once blue but now they were a sad grey. I was convinced that the skinny girl in the mirror with no hair wasn’t the same girl I had been just years ago in high school. I was a cheerlead with black hair that everyone wanted. I was strong.

So in the spirit of trying to figure out who the ugly creature staring back at me was I was going to surprise her. So I would look away, and I would still feel her sickening eyes on my body. She was judging me because she was jealous of what I was. And when I looked back she had still been staring. Who was she.

Some days it was getting so bad that I was positive I wasn’t Erin. I was the shell of Erin, but Erin herself was out living her life. She was happy and healthy and she was married to the Zayn I was supposed to be married to. I mean the Zayn I had gotten was amazing, more than anyone should ever ask for, but the Erin I was pretending to be must have her perfect Zayn too, right?

“Honey stop.” Zayn’s, or my Zayn, placed his hands on my waist. I wouldn’t let myself fall back because the girl staring back at me in the mirror was still pissing me off. I was going to get her. But now she was accompanied by my Zayn. And that smile on her face was one of taunt, teasing me because she was disgusting and she had him. God I hated her.

“Zayn stop.” I mocked him. The girl in the mirror spoke back at me. I wanted to hit her. The Zayn in the mirror caught my reflection and he gave me a bad look. The look made me more mad. Now the fake Zayn was making my angel seem like the devil. I hated this stupid fucking mirror.

“Whatever.” I could tell the real Zayn was getting upset because we went through this every day. Because this girl in the mirror needed to leave. The bathroom door slammed and I didn’t feel myself flinch but the girl in the mirror flinched. The towels behind her head shook with the wall from the vibration of the door slamming from fake Zayn being so angry at me. Ha, the mirror chick was weak.

I leaned closer to the mirror and fake Erin leaned closer to me and I got mad at her. I mouthed some words that she repeated back to me. She knew my every move before I made it. She told me she hated me and that I wasn’t the real Erin, she was. Her wicked smile broke my heart while driving me insane at the same time drove me mad. Mad enough I was smiling too.

“Fuck you.” I growled at fake Erin. Her fist rose and she hit the mirror and from the inside of the mirror were she was stored the glass shattered falling all over me. She had punched it so perfectly in the spot of my hand she made my fist bruise and bleed.

The bathroom door opened and my Zayn was looking worried at me. He looked from my blue eyes, because fake Erin was gone they were blue again, to my fist, that the skin wasn’t sick looking on, and to the mirror that fake Erin had broken before she rudely left without taking the blame.

“Erin oh my god.” My Zayn rushed forward taking me inside his arms. Fake Erin must have left the mirror along with the glass. She must have traveled inside of me because she made me cry with her weakness. She made me cry so hard my body convulsed in My Zayn’s arms. My Zayn fell to the ground leaning against the shower with me in his hands.

Fake Erin cried inside of me so hard that she made my brain shut down and my body stopped moving. She cried so hard that I had fallen asleep in the pile of glass she created and she was okay with it because My Zayn was holding her while she showed weakness. I hated Fake Erin.

“Shh, baby shh.” Was the last thing I heard before Fake Erin let me go black.

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When I woke I could still feel Fake Erin inside of me. She was starting to be everywhere I could tell it just from opening my eyes. She was in the metal lamp on my nightstand when my eyes opened. I had to close them again to get away from her, but it didn’t work because Fake Erin was inside of me now.

“Erin?” I cringed at My Zayn’s voice because I knew I wasn’t Erin anymore. I wasn’t sure I had been for a long time. I looked to the doorway to see My Zayn holding a mug of something. It was probably The Old Erin’s favorite hot chocolate mixed with vanilla tea. She was so weird.

My Zayn walked over when I didn’t answer and sat down next to me. I couldn’t look him in the eyes because I was scared Fake Erin would take him over too, and My Zayn was too sweet for Fake Erin to ruin with her gross games. So I focused on his nose.

“Talk to me,” Fake Erin had taken over so I wasn’t going to talk to him. I was scared Fake Erin would tell My Zayn something that was not true, something about us being fine-Fake Erin and I- we weren’t fine.

“Do you want something to eat?” Fake Erin screamed at me to shut my eyes and it worked because inside my body she was becoming stronger and so I was now the weak one. So my eyes closed and I heard My Zayn sigh because this was probably killing him. It wasn’t killing me. Fake Erin was getting stronger so she was doing okay. I could live in her body for awhile, surely she wouldn’t mind since she took me over first.

“Goodnight baby.” I wanted to scream because My Zayn shouldn’t call us baby. I as no longer just me. I was an us. Us didn’t deserve the compliment of being called baby by My Zayn.

“Hello.” Now My Zayn was on the phone with someone and I tried to keep my ears open with my eyes closed. He stood from the bed and I heard him pacing.

“Yeah I think she needs them.” But I never found out what My Zayn was talking about and too who because Fake Erin- who was no longer Fake Erin- made me fall back asleep.