Was it even possible that I could get exploited more?
"We have to go back and get him, Zayn!"
But he kept driving towards the house.
"Zayn, I will jump out of this car right now if you don't stop."
"I can't bring you back there, Katie."
"I know you're just trying to protect me, but we need to get him. What if he gets hurt?"
"He's already hurt. That's why he's there. I know you saw him kissing that blonde..." his voice trailed off.
Bringing that up made me mad, but I really couldn't be mad at him for that because I had kissed him and Louis. Zayn had finally stopped the car.
"You really love him, don't you?" Zayn asked.
I looked over at Zayn; he had his hands in his lap.
"Of course I do, Zayn. I love all you guys."
"Then you have to let him go."
What did Zayn just say?
"What?"
"Pick me instead of him. I'm older, therefore I am wiser."
Wiser my butt. How could Zayn tell me this?
"Zayn, I can't just break up with him and then choose you. I thought you wanted me not to get exploited anymore."
"I don't."
"But me breaking up with Hary and then choosing you would make me seem like a--"
I didn't want to say the word.
"No, it wouldn't."
I saw him reaching for me but I scooted away.
"Zayn, take me back to Harry."
"But, Katie..."
"Do it now, Zayn."
He turned the car around and began going back towards the club. I knew as soon as we got back to the club, the paparazzi would snap pictures of me again, but I really didn't care. Throwing my door open and going up to the club, the camera flashes went off.
"Katie! Over here! We have a few questions for you!" I heard one of them say.
"Go away!" I screamed and then remembering the pain in my head.
I stumbled into the club. My head was hurting more now and it wasnt stopping. I was bumping into people and making them spill their drinks.
"Sorry," I'd mumble.
I was searching the crowd for Harry, but I didn't see him. The music felt like it was getting louder and louder. My head couldn't take it anymore. My knees went weak and I hit the floor. I tried to push myself up but my arms weren't moving. My vision was blurry and the last thing I saw was someone walking towards me.
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Who could it be?
-Ari Horan-
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