Blinded (z.h)

f i f t e e n

Ever since Niall left, Louis made me stay in his dorm, knowing that I couldn't take care of myself with everything that was going on.

I spent days and nights crying, locking myself from the outside world. I didn't want to see anybody, nor speak to them. Not even Niall. I hated him so much at the moment, and I knew I could never forgive him.

"You know, I should've known he was bad company the day I met him," I said to Louis one night when he gave me a glass of water. "But I blindly trusted him and now I regret it!"

"Sh, Zayn, it's okay," Louis cooed as he rubbed my arm. "This was all meant to be. I promise you, this happened for a reason. You just can't see it right now."

One day, I decided that enough was enough and took my ass to class. I couldn't put my life on hold because of Niall when he didn't give a damn about me. I was going to be a successful person without him and prove to him that I don't need him.

I took a seat far from where Niall and I used to sit, but soon Harry and Niall took my sight. I knew damn well that they were in this class, but I didn't care because I wanted to prove to myself that they didn't make a difference to me.

I proved myself wrong, though, when I saw them kissing and cuddling when they were supposed to take notes. They had no idea I was there, but I revealed my presence once I got up and stepped out of the lecture hall angrily.

"I can't do it anymore, Louis," I cried as I entered his dorm. "I can't, I can't, I can't!"

Louis came from out of the kitchen and put his hands on my shoulders. "What happened, mate?"

He led me to the couch and I told him of Harry and Niall's disgusting acts.

Louis sighed as he took one of my hands in his. "I know this is really hard for you, but the semester is almost over, okay? That means it'll be summer time and you won't ever have to see Niall. I mean, what are the chances that you'll have the same classes next semester?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I sniffled.

"Just ignore him for the next few weeks. Then, once Niall is out of your sight, it'll become easier to get over him. And I promise you that I'll be there every step of the way."

Although I wasn't the hugging type, I put my arms around Louis' neck and tugged him to my body. "Thanks, Louis. You're the best."

"Anything for you, Zayn."

The next few weeks were rough, but they went by faster than expected. Soon, it was summer, and I decided to go visit my family to get further away from Niall.

Eventually, I realized that I never needed Niall. I was stronger without him and that made me love myself. For being strong. For being determined. For being independent. For not needing anyone to be all those things.