Love At First Hate

Chapter 4 ~ Its Always Been Him

Chapter 4~ It's Always Been Him

*Lauren's POV*

"Lauren this is hard. But...." He sighed and handed me the book. "See for your self." I go the book and scoffed 4th grade yearbook.

Yeah yeah. So what does this have to do?

"Alyssa Jenkins

Henry Johns

Lauren Jauregui

Isabelle Lumings

Liam Payne

Kassity Perez

Sally Roberts

Ellen Thornwell," I read. I looked up at him confused. We were the advanced group. Or was I supposed to read that?

"No Lauren. Read the row on top." He said, giving me a weak smile. Why? I rolled my eyes and read again. Here's proficient.

"Erick Anderson

Bailey Aguilar

Andy Chavez

Avalon Duran

Jason Lawrence

Zayn Malik

Joshua Nunez

Nicole Ortega

Jennifer- WAIT WHAT!" I yelled in the end. What name did I just say! I looked up and there were two words I couldn't believe. Z-a-y-n M-a-l-i-k. Zayn Malik. But maybe that's someone else.

"There can be another Zayn Malik back then." I said as I handed him the book. That's not true. I don't know him. Or do I?

"It's not Lauren. It's him. Do you know why I don't want you to be with him?" He asked. He felt pity. For what? It's just a coincidence! No big deal, yeah maybe it's him but he didn't do anything wrong or did he?

"N-no. Why?" He sighed again.

"What happened that you haven't told me about?" He leaned back on my pillow and crossed his arms.

"I don't know. I probably forgot." He nodded. He looked at his watch and said, "shoot!"

"What?" I stood up and looked at him as he grabbed his jacket.

"It's late. It's 6:27pm and I have to be home to welcome my aunt. She's coming to visit."

"Oh. Bye Li!"

"Bye Lauren." And with that he left. Leaving me there. Staring at the yearbook, thinking. What does Zayn have to do with all if this?

I kept looking at the objects we found in the box and something in particular caught my attention. A book. Not just any book, a journal, my diary.

I opened the first page and read the title

'Dealing With My Life by Lauren M. Jauregui'

I chuckled. wow.

Dear Journal/Diary,

Today was one of the most frustrating days of my life. I was headed to lunch and he pulled on my wrist. I told him to stop and leave me alone, but he just squeezed it tighter. My wrist turned red and tears fell from my eyes. He began to tell me insults and how I was garbage. I try to ignore him but I couldn't, he's too strong. He is the reason why I suffer. The reason I question myself if I want to live. I hate him so much. My bully... Zayn Malik.

What in the Sam heck did I just freakin read! Him. I knew I knew him. He seemed too familiar. I always had memories but it was so long ago, I forgot how my bully looked like. This can't be true. He goes to the same school once again. I will not be able to look at him again, I just can't.