Just Friends

Chapter 32

------------Megan's P.O.V.-------------

After I spent a while feeling sorry for myself, I finally found the strength to somehow pull myself out of my bed and start packing. We were all going to leave early tomorrow in order to make it to our next stop on the tour and I had a lot to do before then. My clothes were somewhat spaced out around my room and in a complete mess so I gathered them all up and placed them into a complementary laundry basket. I had seen that there was a little washer and dryer down the hall so I thought it would be a good idea to send my clothes through and freshen them up a bit.

I opened the door, with difficulty I may add, and headed down the hall with my mountain of laundry. I couldn't necessarily see where I was going but I didn't think much about it. Well, I didn't until I ran straight into somebody.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I apologized, frantically picking up my fallen t shirts and pants.

"No harm done. Here let me help you with that." The blonde said, bending down to pick up something.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

"I'm Becca. And you are?" She asked, scanning over my appearance.

"Oh, I'm Megan. My room is right down the hall." I said, nodding my head in the general direction of my room.

"You're a guest here? Oh, I thought you were the maid." She laughed. My eyes narrowed slightly at her rude remark.

"No. I'm a guest. I'm just doing my laundry because I have to leave early tomorrow for my next tour date." I smirked. Maid my ass.

"Oh, you're on tour? So is my new friend Zayn. His room is just down there." Becca boasted.

Zayn? Her 'new friend' Zayn? I quickly took in her appearance which gave away almost instantly what kind of friend she was to Zayn. She had unmistakably fake beasts, long bleached blonde hair, and don't even get me started on her hardly there attire.

"How lovely. How close are you and Zayn exactly?"

"I would say we have gotten pretty close in the last hour we had spent together." She giggled. "Well, I must go. Have fun on your little tour."

"Yeah. Goodbye." I felt like I was going to vomit any minuet now. Visions of Becca and Zayn formed in my head, making me even more sick.

I was angry. No, not just angry. I was fucking furious. Not even twenty-four hours since Zayn and I ended our relationship and he had already found some random blonde to fuck. Did last night mean nothing to him? Did I mean nothing to him?

Without thinking I threw my basket down onto the floor and stormed over to his room, my hands were trembling as my body was over-taken with rage. I pounded on his door until he opened up, his face in utter confusion.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said in almost a growl.

"What are you even talking about?"

"I literally leave only a few hours ago yet you somehow find the time to pick up some random whore and fuck her!" I yelled a but too loud but, I honestly didn't care at this point.

"What I do on my spare time is none of your fucking business anymore, Megan." He glowered at me.

"Well it became my business once she ran into me in the damn hallway and practicing rubbed it in my face!"

"Whatever. You have no fucking right to be mad at me."

"The hell I do!"

"You're the one who left me." He stated. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he did.

"I did it to save my relationship. You know, my real one. The one with the boy who actually loves me and didn't treat me and ever woman yhat passes through your bed like a sex toy. I'm sure your beloved Perrie would love to know about that."

His eyes widened in shock for a moment before he collected himself once again. I had hit below the belt and I knew that something just as bad was coming.

"You're right. I do treat people I sleep with like sex toys because that's all they are to me. Toys to fulfill my needs. And I think calling that girl a whore for sleeping with me is a perfect word for her since you did the same thing. So that makes her on the exact same page as you, doesn't it?" He said, somehow finding the nerve to smirk at me.

My jaw dropped at his counter blow slightly, but I recovered quickly. With one quick movement of my arm, I reached up and slapped the smirk right off his face.

"You bitch." He snarled, holding his now red cheek with his hand. "I'll fucking ruin you and your career if you ever do that again."

"I fucking hate you. I've never hated somebody so much in my life. I hope your shit catches up to you and brings you down." I spit.

"If I go down, you're going down with me." He glowered, his eyes black with anger. "I was the one who chose you and your shit friends to be our supporting act on this tour. I was the one who made you relevant. What makes you think I can't take it all away? Go ahead. Run to the media with our story. Go and tell them how you agreed to sleep with me even though you knew I had a girlfriend. Tell them how you kept sleeping with me even after you and Niall started dating. Go and tell them how much of a whore you are. You can't win, Megan."

Tears started to run down my face at his words. They were so malicious and I couldn't hold it in anymore. In a way, he was right. This was half my fault. I had agreed to everything regardless of the circumstances and kept it going far to long. But I was no whore.

"Fine. If that's how you want to play this game, then fine. You win. You're a sick bastard. And to think I actually started to have feelings for you." I whispered through my tears, struggling to keep my voice from breaking.

"What a stupid mistake of you."

"I know. Goodbye."

"Bye." He barked, slamming the door in my face for the second time today.

(Vote and comment! It helps a lot. Honestly, it does. I'm probably update again this week since this was kind of a short chapter. Also, check out my other fanfic called Infected:) it's sort of a walking dead type theme.) -Jenny