"Did you honestly think I'd cheat on you!?" Zayn screamed at me as we enter our flat.
"I don't know Zayn! Why won't you ask yourself!?" I yelled.
"Ask myself? Why the hell would I ask myself Jasmin!?"
"Try asking yourself why you were looking at that bitch!"
"You think I like her!?"
This was the fifth fight we had and I'm really sick and tired of it. It wasn't my fault why he kept on looking at the same girl for three hours. He is such a flirt and I'm really sick and tired of his shitty personality.
"Then why do you keep on looking at her!?" I screamed.
"Is it wrong to look at people? You're unbelievable Jas." he sighed.
"Obviously there were hot guys in the event a while ago, but guess what I never stared at them!"
"See! You find them hot so you must've been staring!"
"I wasn't staring! It can't be helped to look at people."
"See! Same with me!" he landed his hands on his hips.
"But I never stared at them for three hours straight!" I crossed my arms.
He rolled his eyes and walked out.
"See Zayn! That's what you do best because you can't tell the truth. That you stare at different girls and look at their asses." I shouted and he came back, pissed and held both of my arms.
"Was it my fault why they were way sexier and prettier than you!? Honestly, I can't even remember the reason why I fell for you! I mean for fuck's sakes Jasmin, look at you!"
"What!?"
"You're becoming fat and you do nothing but eat all the fucking time! Sometimes you just go to our room and sleep and you leave me with the dishes and I end up doin gall the chores!" he shouted straight non stop.
"Z-Zayn," I began to tear up
"Or maybe it's because I'm so sick and fucking tired of you being jealous all the time to the most irrelavent things I usually do. Like when I look at girl you think I might I'd hit on them. I'm really sick and tired! Sick and tired Jasmin! Well guess what Jas, I slept with a lot of girls before I even started dating you, and to admit, they were way better to fuck on bed than you!" he continued and he was shaking me. "You were never good for me and you will never good for me!"
I've had enough, I ended up to slap him. He was quiet and looked at me pissed, but then his expression changed when he saw me crying. It somehow came to his senses that he said too much and it way below the belt.
"J-Jasmin I didn't mean to--" he held me and I pushed him and walked out.
I ran to our room and locked the door. My tears can't seem to stop falling and my phone kept on ringing. I ignored it all and drove away. Far away from Zayn as possible. The words he said hurt so much, each word attacked me. He kept on knocking and begging to get in.
The only person to love me for who I am, just called me fat and compared me to different girls all in one night. I ran to the bed and cried so much.
You're becoming fat and you do nothing but eat all the fucking time!
Those words echoed in mind because the word 'fat' was there. I knew I wasn't fat, I wasn't skinny either, I had a normal body I guess, I've been receiving a lot of hate from Zayn's fans and most of them called me ugly and fat, the typical kind of hate. But I was only bearing to the this insult because I knew Zayn loved me for who I was, but he ended up doing the same.
