struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 27: Can't stay mad

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"Z-Zayn?" All the anger in me suddenly vanishes. I check the screen and see a picture of Zayn and me together and his caller ID above. I get out of the car, instantly getting soaking wet by the pouring rain. I need to check what's wrong with this car. I walk to the hood and open it; the smell of oil makes me nauseous.

"You're on your way to Louis house? Why?" He sounds disgusted. I scratch the back of my neck. Now, how am I supposed to explain this to him?

Wait. I don't have to explain shit to him.

"Because you beat him up that's why. Are you insane? We're not even together, leave him the fuck alone!" Here I am, again, angry. These moods changes are a living hell.

"I didn't even touch him. What are you talking about? And do not raise your voice at me." He sounds as mad as I am.

"I'm busy, can't talk." I say but I don't want to hang up. I miss his voice, I miss him with me and I know it's been a short time but I've been so attached to him, I can't be without him for an hour. Do you see my problem? How am I surviving?

"Chelsea Moore."

"Louis called! He told me you beat him up and he's bleeding a lot!" I keep yelling.

"How's that even possible? I just arrived to our flat and didn't see you here and called. I didn't even look at him in the airport! You can ask Harry, I was with him and Niall all the time!" He defends and I don't who to believe. I might just hang up and pretend I'm a mechanical or Harry Potter and use my magic wand to fix this car. Paul's going to be so mad at me.

"So you're telling me that he lied? Or... are you lying?"

"He did. It's raining Chelsea, what makes you think you can go over there and nothing wrong is going to happen. You shouldn't even be driving; you can't be alone this time at night."

"I do what I want - You know, whatever, you're right." I sit on the pavement, giving up. "Paul's car isn't working and I'm stuck in the streets. I'm alone and it's raining...its dark and I'm shitting myself."

"Just stay inside the car, lock yourself in. Where are you?"

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I'm chewing on my bottom lip and looking out the window to see absolutely nothing. There's no one, a couple of car passed by but not Zayn's. I bet he isn't coming. He doesn't care anymore; I caused him so many trouble.

I rest my head on the steering wheel and accidentally hit the horn, it didn't sound like a horn, it was like a dying whale. This car sucks! I check my iPhone but nothing, he hasn't even called and it's been thirty minutes.

I call him but he doesn't answer. I text him but he doesn't text back.

I start shivering and pray to God he's okay. Maybe he had an accident? I hope not. I want this rain to stop.

I get out of the car and scream for help, sounding so pathetic. I want to slap myself. Nothing goes right. I hate my life.

I pull the roots of my hair and curse, I should've taken the other road instead of this one, the old one - where barely people pass by and homeless people live.

After realizing that looking for help is making me look like a complete idiot, I go back to the car and sit down, checking the time in my phone.