My definition of love :A Zayn Malik and One Direction Fan Fiction

Feeling dead

Chapter thirty-seven

Tyler's Pov

I woke feeling a sharp pain in my hand as whispering filled the room, quickly I sat up pulling my hand back towards me and looking at who was touching me. Sitting on the end of the couch/bed was Dani, El and Liam who had out the first aid kit and were trying to clean up my hand.

"Ow!" I mumbled angrily looking down at my broken hand half covered in a bandage.

"Tyler we need to bandage it up!" Dani sighed pulling my hand back.

"It's fine seriously! But thanks" I spoke quietly before getting up and running out of the room, quickly tears started to form in my eyes as the thought of Zayn filled my mind. Just like yesterday I felt dead, but today it was even worse, I felt like I had been hit by a truck before I got stabbed in the heart a million times. My life just felt over.

Slowly I slid down the wall in the hall way of our floor, as I pulled my legs up to my body and cried quietly. I felt a hand brush my arm as a body slid down next to mine and grabbed my hand in a friendly way, but I still didn't look up.

"You know the floor is not very comfortable" Harry chuckled from next me squeezing my hand.

"Ha" I mumbled with no emotion letting the tears slip out even more.

"Tyler listen" Harry paused lifting my head up to look him in the eyes." Everything is going to work out okay! Just think everything is okay in the end and if it's not okay then it's not then end. I know that your heart is broken but please think positive" Harry spoke sighing in frustration as I moved away from him angrily.

"Your know life isn't all sunshine and lollie pops right?!! things go bad all the time, Life is full of assholes and bitches and you have just have to get used to that! but I'm so sick of hearing that 'everything's going to be okay' because no Harry it's not always like that! Nothing's ever been okay for me! I'm not some princess who deserves a prince! I'm a worthless piece of shit who was hated by her OWN family! I was never wanted! never loved! never needed! and I still am. I'm not meant to live a happy ending with 'Mr Right'! Okay?! so no Harry I will not 'think positive' because there's no positive sides of my life to even think about! So before I keep getting all this sympathy shit I'm fucking leaving!" I screamed at the top of my lungs cursing constantly upset, my body shook with anger as NOBODY understands me! I don't see how anyone can come up to me and say think positive when obviously I was born for disaster.

I looked around as my tears kept streaming down my cheeks while my face was red with anger and my hands held tightly in fists. Everyone had came out of there rooms watching the scene with shocked or sympathetic faces, I glanced over to the end door which Zayn was stood out the front of looking like crap. He's hair was all matted in different wards mostly stuck to his for head as his eyes were red and puffy showing noticeable tears, he still had the same clothes on from last night except this time they looked crippled and stained with tears. Zayn and I locked eyes we both let out a quiet sob, I noticed his small black eye as the side of his cheek was bruised also. All I wanted to do was run to him and kiss him better but right know everything is over.

He cheated on me.

And I'm not a fool to go back to him.

Quickly I ran inside and headed to the bathroom sobbing before I slammed the door closed and sunk to my knees, against the back of the door. Faintly I could here yelling from the other rooms making my cries become louder each time, just as I was about to get up and have a shower I heard a slow knock on the door.

"Hey Tyler you know I'm going to need to use the shower some time, my curls aren't always this perfect!" Harry yelled jokingly putting on a dramatic huff. I giggled quietly while my cries stopped.