I'm Diana...

Chapter 13

*dianas pov*

I felt someone's body close to mine as I awoke. Still nervous to see who it is, I look at his arm. It was Zayn you can tell by the amount of tattoos on his left arm. I rolled over to see if he is up, before I could finish he wrapped me in a big hug. Kinda like a Zayn blanket.

"I love you." He whispered into my ear as I slowly fell back asleep.

"I love you more!" I whisper-yelled. Zayn moved his body closer to mine, not caring because he is warm, and cuddled me back to sleep.

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"Diana!" Zayn whispered trying to wake me up. I sit up, drool covering my pillow, my hair knotted six different ways and Jason standing in the doorway.

"So did you guys like 'huhh' Last night?" He asked

"No! SHUT UP AND GET OUT!" I shouted throwing a pillow at him. I plop back down to where I was sleeping and try to fall asleep again.

"Babe you gotta get up it's like 11.."

"So.. It's 11 we got 13 hours left to sleep! Let's do it!"

"No I have a party to go to tonight and you have to come with me somewhere." Zayn stated combing his up to a quiff.

I sit up trying to look awake, which I'm not. As i sit looking in the mirror I hear a pebble thrown at my window. I get up and look to see who it was, still seeing no one there. Not caring much I stand up and head to my closet.

"What are you doing?" Zayn asked

"Getting ready?" I said very confused as Zayn started to walk toward me. Once he was next to me he closed my closet doors and handed me a large white bag.

"Go put this on." He said as he handed me the bag. I walked towards the bathroom, then stopped.

"Why did you do it?" I asked

"Excuse me?" Zayn snapped. I turned to look at him.

"Why did you do it?" I repeated myself. "Why did you pretend to like me? Why did you make me love you? You were ever-"

"DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE!" Zayn yelled walking towards me. I slowly back away from the furious teenager scared to see what happens next. "I LOVED YOU! I STILL LOVE YOU! BUT JESS CAME AND I THOUGHT I NEEDED A BREAK FROM YOU! YOUR A SUICIDAL FREAK AND I CAN'T BE WITH YOU ANYMORE!" He pushed me against the wall and looked me dead in the eye. Tears fell down my face, I don't know why he said that.

"I love you." He whispered right before slapping me across the face. I backed up, I couldn't go anywhere because I was already cornered.

"No you don't." I scowled he hit me harder. Still not noticing the tears pouring out of my eyes. I pushed him away and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door, and sat against the door. Tears still pouring out of my eyes, I stand up and look in the mirror. I look at the makeup dripping from my eyes, I look at the cuts on my wrist. I reach in front of me for my razor. I lift my shirt up and press it against my skin. I looked in the mirror and made one slice across.

"DIANA DON'T DO IT! IM SORRY!" Zayn yells from behind the door. Why not? I thought. It's not like he will care anyway. I look at my face, the red hand mark still there. My cheek is throbbing. I turn around and walk out of the bathroom. I grab my pink Victoria Secret backpack and start filling it with clothes and necessities.

"What are you doing?" Zayn asked oh so concerned.

"Leaving."