Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 17

*Sarah’s POV*

 

Niall and I quickly separated as soon as we heard that voice. I think we both knew who it was. And as we turned to face him, I found out I was correct.

 

Zayn.

 

“Are you two getting together to ruin my life? Because that’s what it feels like right now. Sarah, I could expect this from you. But Niall?” He looked down and shook his head. I felt no remorse, but I knew that Niall did.

 

“Zayn, please listen...” He tired to begin, but Zayn just held up his hand.

 

“Don’t bullshit me.” Zayn spoke not only to Niall, but to both of us.

 

“I heard you tell him about our wedding Sarah. And then you let him kiss you. What a type of marriage this will be.” He chuckled.

 

“Who said I was actually going to treat this as a marriage? Huh? Because to me this is just a living arrangement. Nothing more, nothing less.”

 

“Oh Sarah,” Zayn started, “When you are married to me, you will be my wife. And do you know what that means?” I shook my head no, “You will be punished for anything you do that I don’t like.”

 

I didn’t feel scared towards Zayn. I’m not a scared girl anymore. “I think that you have forgotten Zayn; I’m not the same girl you kidnapped two years ago. I’m kinda a badass now.”

 

“A badass that still has to listen to her mummy? Wah-wah-wah.” He mocked me. Somehow in all of this, Niall disappeared. Who knows where that boy went. Kitchen maybe?

 

I pushed Zayn up against the wall and grabbed him by the collar. “It was that or juive and they don’t have weed there.”

 

Zayn nervously laughed. “Calm down there tiger.”

 

“You know what, no. Remember when you took me? Yeah well I asked you to stop, but did you? No. So I think its time to repay the favor.” I punched twice, once in the gut and once in his dick and let him down. He bent over, moaning in pain.

 

I saccade away, but not before I heard, “The wedding is in 4 days.”

 

What?

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ

 

I found Keaton and we were on the way home. “Would you still be into me if I were married?” I asked him. I needed to know.

 

“Course. I’d don’t think I’d ever lose interest in you as long you looked the way you do.” He told me honestly.

 

I pecked his cheek. “That’s very sweet.”

 

He reached up and wiped away any reminisce of the kiss. “I thought we weren’t going to go all mushy on each other.”

 

I halfway smiled at him. “There are always exceptions to every rule.”

 

“But sometimes there are certain rules that shouldn’t be broken.” Keaton snapped at me. “There are rules for a reason.”

 

“Its not like you haven’t broken any rules before!” I replied angrily.

 

“I haven’t broken any important rules before!” He said crossly.

 

“So government laws aren’t important but the fact that you can’t get all touchy feely with me is? What the hell is this?” To say I was mad would be an understatement. I was fuming.

 

The limo stopped outside my apartment. In a rush, I opened the limo door and ran out. I think I heard Keaton yelling for me briefly, but then it stopped and I heard the limo drive away. I ran up the stairs, ignoring the creaking, and stumbled around trying to find the key. Once I had it, I quickly shoved it into the lock and went inside.

 

Thank god no one was home. I really hate for people to see me like this. All weak, all needy. It’s not who I am now. Its my past self, and I don’t like to let her show.

 

Tears were streaming down my face and I entered the kitchen. Grabbing a K-Cup of whatever, I stuck it in and let it make itself. I just needed comfort. There were 3 donuts on the counter, I ate them all. I then washed them down with white hot chocolate.

 

This weak girl wasn’t me. I’m strong. Not weak.

 

Stopping mid sip, I thought I knew what I had to do. It seemed like the right thing to do. And for once I wanted to do (somewhat) of the right thing.

 

Rushing into the bedroom, I stripped and changed into a short skirt and pretty top. I left my hair and makeup the same, but change my heels in for ballet flats. And I called a taxi too, because I had a very small idea where I was actually going.

 

I checked twitter to see what anyone knew. Appertanly, they know lots.

 

Once at the place, I buzzed the button. It took some convincing for the hotel people to let me up. But they finally did, and it only took a handjob.

 

Now I am standing outside of a room. My hand is in the air, but it still hasn’t knocked. My mouth is open, ready to yell, but it still says nothing.

 

Swallowing my pride, I allowed my hand to knock. Bang, bang, bang it went. I stood outside for a good three or so minutes. No one even said a word. Damn, and I came all the way for this? “If your not coming, I’ll just be heading off.” I spoke to the wooden door.

 

“Well, I tried to do the right thing, but he just didn’t come to the door. Oh well, Bob’s your uncle.” I muttered to myself.

 

Just as I was getting into the lift, the door I wa previously knocking on creaked open and a head popped out.

 

“Sarah?”

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