struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 25: Back to England

Chapter 25: Back to England

"Stop smoking," I beg Zayn, but he doesn't listen. He only replies with 'get out of the room', but I don't want to. Exhausted, I stand up from the bed and grab the suitcase. We're leaving tomorrow, but I'll leave tonight by myself. I know Zayn doesn't want to look at me, Louis must hate me and the rest when they find out they're going to be so mad at me for causing a lot of shits to them.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing up, what the hell does it look like?"

"Okay." He replies and leaves the room. Did he not get what I was trying to say? I'm leaving tonight, not tomorrow.

Zayn's words keep repeating and echoing in my head and knowing that he wanted to take my ring off, makes me want to cry for the rest of my life. He hurt me, but I hurt him way more and I crossed the line.

After packing, I grab my phone and sit down on the bed. I haven't read my Twitter and Louis told me to check, but I'm afraid. Hell, I thought my heart was numb with all this hate.

I'm afraid of losing Zayn. He made me strong and took my mind away from all this haters, he showed me how to me strong and drop the knife when I felt like giving up.

"Isabella," I swallow to hold back the tears. My aunt sounds sleepy and I know she was sleeping, I can hear Paul snoring.

"Sweetie, how are you? How's New York?"

"I'm leaving tonight, would you pick me up at the airport in the morning?"

"You sound sad. You were leaving tomorrow, what happened?"

"I did something really wrong and Zayn won't talk to me so... I wanted to know if I can move back to the house?"

"Darling! Move back? But weren't you marrying..."

"I don't know. I don't think so, he's really mad and..."

"How's the baby?"

"Good. I'll have to leave to the airport to get my tickets. Call you later..." I hung up.

I shower and get ready to leave.

I hear Zayn laughing and when I get out of room, I see him with Harry. Both excited about something.

"Eh, where you going?" Harry stares at my suitcase.

"Back to England," I bit my bottom lip.

"What?" Zayn asks.

"I'll see you all back there."

"Um-" Harry looks confused.

"You're not going anywhere." Zayn holds my hand, "You did this mess and then you want to leave?"

"I said I was sorry and you kept pushing, and here," I take my ring off, throwing it on his chest, "That's what you wanted it. Hope you be better off without me."

He didn't stop me, so I knew it was over.

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Claps and whistles woke me up, and I unbuckle my seatbelt. I notice I was back in London. My beanie fell off to my lap and I put it back again. I stand up to get my bags and suitcase.

Walking through the airport was a living hell because I was lost and I've never trip alone.

I sit down to call Isabella but she doesn't answer.

-You should have told me you were leaving so I can come with you? Zayn's being an asshole. Louis x

-I don't want to cause anymore problems and Louis I'm sorry I kissed you, it was a heat of the moment. :/

He didn't answer after that. I know I hurt him.

"Chelsea!" I hear a familiar voice and I turn around to see Jake, I stand up and walk over to him, Isabella and Paul.

"Hey." I smile at my family.

My cousin, Jake. hands me a piece of donut, "I know you're hungry."

"I am." I take it.

"So how was New York?" Paul asks, pulling me closer to him.

"Good until I messed up with Zayn." I was glad they didn't push it to tell them more.

"Simon was a bit mad with me since I quitted my job, but I miss the boys so much I'm being their body guards next year." Paul says in the car.

"They're not a band anymore. They got fired from Modest." I say.

"Yeah, I know the whole story," He says and glances at me. Isabella makes a noise making me know she knows too. They know about the contract.

"But Davis told Simon he wanted to talk to the boys and especially with you..."

"What did I do this time?"

"He said something that made him reflect this whole time. You should know."

I frown.

"When we get home do you want to play video games? Like old times?"

I grab Jake's snapback and put it on, "How about we skateboard in the afternoon?"

"I missed old Chelsea!" Jake laughs.

Then there is this familiar pain.

My stomach.

"Ow, Isabella..." I moan in pain.

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