All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 28

"So it's true then?" Cher snapped at me, placing a hand over her waist. Her face had taken a quite disgusted expression as she scanned my bruised chin.

"What's true?" I asked, confused. I didn't know what she was talking about. Her expression was beginning to make my blood boil, more than it had already been when I saw her in my house.

"You and Zayn? Your mum told me you were on a date..." She used her hands for emphasis as she pronounced the last word.

I involuntarily rolled my eyes, thinking about the scenario in my head. I bet, my mother couldn't help to share the news, and immidiately spilled the beans to the first person she encountered -that wasn't my dad or Monroe.

I remember wishing that Monroe had been there, knowing that she would have handled the situation much better than I was.

"Umm," I scratched my head thoughtfully. I didn't know what to say. She was bound to get the truth out of me.

"I can't believe it! Why you?" Again, her voice was full of venom as she aimed the words at me.

Her words wounded me slightly as I saw how much it affected her. I recoiled slightly, as she carried on firing at me.

"You don't even like them! And Zayn? You knew how much I like him! You better not be going out with him..."

"Or what?" I suddenly contorted. Her words were like bullets; each piercing my skin from a different angle, injecting poison to my veins. However, as her threat reached my ears, I couldn't help but make a stand.

Cher looked as though she didn't expect me to say anything. Her face faltered for a moment, before she composed a speech.

"Poor Dion, afraid of attention and drama," She cooed in a mocking voice as she continued, "So afraid that she chooses to actually date a famous person!" She laughed coldly, "I mean, where's the logic in that?"

"What's it to you, Cher?" My voice broke as I muttered the words. I tried hard not to let the tears from swelling in my eyes.

"Well, what if someone decided to tell the world about you? I mean, the attention would swollow you up completely!  You would go mad! And could you imagine the amount of hate-mail you would get from the fans? They could be quite ruthless, couldn't they? Poor Caroline, remember how aweful they made her feel?" She flattered her eyes innocently as her bottom lip pouted in fake sympathy.

My breathing began to get ragged as I suppressed the tears as hard as I could.

"I'm just worried about you," She said sweetly as she noticed that her words had a bad effect on me.

"Why are you telling me that?"

"Because I am!" She knew I had meant her previous words, as a mischevious smirk appeared upon her lips.

"You know what I mean!" I fired, as I stared at her in rage.

"No need to get angry, gosh!" She rolled her eyes mockingly, as she continued, "I'm your friend, I want to look out for you."

"Get out of my house, Cher." I mumbled silently curling my fingers into a fist, making sure my nails dug into my palm just so the pain would distract me.

"That's quite rude! Why? You haven't even helped me!"

"I'm not going to help you! I know you're not worried about me at all; you're a little bitch!" And as I swore I even surprised myself. I couldn't believe Cher had angered me to a point that she actually made me swear; and I hated foul language. However, I knew it was the truth.

Cher's eyes widened in surprise, oustanded I had said that, before bringing a hand over her chest as though feeling hurt.

"Fine," She shrugged a shoulder indifferently, and barged past me as she exited my room.