struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 33: Z.A.M

Louis' blue eyes are on the floor after he hugged me. It's adorable to see how Louis changed his feeling of hatred to loveliness towards me, it's a shame he has fallen for me and I was not there to catch him.

Guiltiness spreads all over me as I remember I kissed him in his hotel room and how I used him to forget about Zayn.

"Are you happy?" He asks me.

I didn't notice he was staring at me now, I must've been deep in my thoughts.

"Yes." I reply and I can see a smile forming on his lips. "Are you?"

"If you are, then yes."

I wonder where Zayn is. He probably kill Louis if he see him here with me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to him and he shakes his head.

"No, I am. I tried to steal you away from Zayn, and complicated our friendship." He leans towards me a bit, cupping my face.

He continues, "I needed a person like you in my life. I noticed I needed someone when I let you stay in my house with me."

He drops his hands to his thighs.

"I don't even know why you want me. I've caused so many problems that got you all fired... all because of me."

Everything was fine until Emily told the world about who I was in reality. Even though that complicated my life, at least I don't have to hide it anymore.

I was just a seventeen year old who made so many mistakes because I'm human, and society doesn't seem to know that.

"Davis didn't want Zayn dating you, that was it."

"Yeah because I was a fucked up." I start raising my voice, "Then Davis called Perrie, the beautiful, talented woman. Everyone seemed to love them together!"

"Why do you care if people loved Perrie and Zayn together? Not everyone loved them, and what matters is that Zayn loves you, only you. And he doesn't care shit."

"I don't even know why Zayn loves me." I whisper more to myself than to him.

"Because you're different."

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I hear the door open and I hurry myself to sit up, but in this sleepy state I just give up and roll over to see the who's at the door. I thought it was Louis, but he was already in his room resting. Isabella wouldn't be, I told her to go back that if Zayn appears he would stay with me. She knows where Zayn was, she didn't want to tell me.

Zayn walks into the room, holding a lunchbox and he looks at me, carefully like if his eyes would do harm.

"Where were you?"

"It's a secret." He smiles and leans to kiss me but I move my head.

"Secret." I scoff, "What would you possibly hide from me now? You know how this ends."

"Chelsea, it's nothing you should worry about."

"How can I not worry? You've been gone all afternoon, I've been in pain and Louis was the only one accompanying me."

He doesn't even flinch by the mention of his mate's name. He just sits down and opens the lunchbox.

"I'm sorry." He pouts, "I made you a sandwich though, I bet you're hungry."

"Already ate. Louis got me something. He checked out from the hospital today but he will spend another night."

"Can you... stop mentioning him?" He rubs his forehead.