One Direction OneShots and Drabbles

I Was Stupid- Zouis

"Zayn, I’m tired of playing your games, I’m tired of the cheating, if you loved me like I loved you this wouldn’t have happened." Obviously, I was distraut, a little angry, and a little frustrated. "Babe, it wasn’t like that, I was just visiting her, nothing happened," he approached me with open arms, just wanting to hold me again, but that wouldn’t happen.

"Get the fuck away from me Zayn," I yelled, "you’re disgusting, fuck off." He looked hurt, which means I struck a nerve, good, he deserved it. "Babe, I didn’t do anything, I can’t visit Perrie without you jumping down my throat. I love you, only you," he persisted, I wasn’t listening to his bullshit.

"Fucking bollocks, you love every pretty face you see, including Perrie," he was taken aback, which doesn’t surprise me.

"Why would you think that, Louis I love you," I grabbed my hair and tugged harshly, his lies had become too much for me. "The engagement rumors, the cheating rumors, the fucking ring you gave her," I defended, and why shouldn’t I have, when he was clearly wrong.

"You fucking have been sleeping with her throughout the duration of this whole relationship, but I was too stupid to walk away. Fuck you Zayn Malik," I spat. I hated him, although just hours ago, he was the one I went to everything for, that I trusted the most, the one that I thought loved me. I packed up my last box and walked out of my old shared bedroom, Niall said I could live with him until I found a place, which shouldn’t be long. He grabbed my arm, not hurtfully, just to get my attention, "Lou," he called. " Don’t go, I’m sorry," I turned to face him with a partially annoyed look, "I don’t want to be apart out your sick, polygamous game anymore, Zayn, I’m done, for good. Don’t call me anymore," I re-gripped the box, as it had slipped a little since i grabbed it, "goodbye Zayn," I walked out of the door, for the final time hopefully.

This was good we needed this, i definitely needed this, and he needed to learn something from this. If he didn’t and just went back to Perrie, of course it would hurt, but that was his choice, influenced by me; In the long run, it would be my own fault.

I put the last box in the passenger seat, since the trunk and back seat was full- damn why’d I get so attached to him- and I sat myself in the drivers seat. I laud my head on the wheel just thinking, so much was going to change, my whole life was centered around Zayn, and now I’m completely cutting him off. It would tale some adjusting, but it was well overdue, and we needed this.

Without any further hesitation, I started the car and drove off, with tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t dare look back.