All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 35

A week had gone by and I had stuck to the plan to never speak to One Direction again.

My mum took more time to get over the truth, having been convinced that I was "meant to be with Zayn." My dad, on the other hand, wanted to run out the house ready to punch anyone the second I told him what had happened and why I had come home crying after the premiere. Both mum and I had to hold him back and calm him; the moment he saw my forced smile to the situation he eased and sat back to watch the football.

"No one hurts my lil' princess," He mumbled as he opened his arms and I sadly went to him, as he hugged me tightly.

"It was all a mistake," I said flatly, catching my mum's concerned look on her face. "It was expected..."

"Bloody well was!" Dad shook his head as he rubbed my upper arm. "I knew those boys were trouble."

"It wasn't the boys, though..." Mother protested, still hurt that her fantasy had been crushed.

"Can we just drop it?" I suggested as I pulled away and sat with my feet curled underneath me, taking the remote from the coffee table, ready to distract myself from the heartbraking news.

For that week, both my parents treated me gently and with utmost care, their tenderness to the situation hightened when I came home from school one evening with even further bad news.

We were finishing our last exam, a curious look was shadowing Monroe's feautres and I was about to ask her what was wrong, when the head teacher pulled me aside and said he wanted to have a word with me. I nodded immidiately, completely unsure about what he wanted to tell me, but having a vague idea about what it was about.

"Our school has been mentioned in the media," He got straight to the point once we sat in his office, muttering the one word I was dreading the most.

My heart felt as though it sunk in my chest, drowning in the pit of my stomach. I sat with my toes curled, not wanting to hear the bad news that his tone was already foreshadowing.

"The person responsible for all this has already been dealt with, and her parents have been informed. However,-"

"Wait- you know who sold my story to the media?" I interrupted, feeling the urge to find out build inside me and swirl with the anxiety and the pain that was coursing through my veins.

It was then that I caught a look of regret creep onto his features. His lips were pressed into a thin line, as he looked around him trying to find the words to tell me. I remember feeling as though I was about to faint, however, I stayed steady wanting to hear this out.

"I would have imagined she would have told you," he rambled unsure of how to approach the situation. My mind immidiately travelled to Cher, and I was starting to fume over how heartless she was that she had the audacity to actually perform what she was threatening me with. I wanted to leave the office right away, and go over to Cher and treat her with a piece of my mind.

"I know this should have never reached the level that it escalated into, and that your friendship should have been valued more seeing as you two were best friends, mind my pry, and that she should have dealt this the right way by talking to you first and not have me break the news to you in such a way-"

"Cher had turned against me the minute she found out about Zayn-" I mumbled silently, looking down and feeling completely angry with myself to have ever let myself get to this point.

"Cher?" The head teacher looked completely taken aback. "I don't mean her, Miss Horowitz." When he met my eyes, I saw him chew on the truth before he continued. "It was Monroe who has sold your story to the media."

It was a cold blow to my chest. I sat there astounded as I felt completely incapable of reacting. I heard words of apology as the head teacher soothed me with them, but it was like they came through one ear and left from the other.

When I had finally managed to get up and agree to not stir any further drama, I went home and broke down the minute I got in.

My parents carried me to bed and my dad had gone out to talk about the situation with Monroe's parents. I didn't even stop him this time.

My cheeks were still wet with tears when I fell asleep that night. And those seven days.

I had finished all my exams, and so mum had allowed me to stay home for the remainder of the days until school offically broke out. Monroe's parents had apologised several times to us, but I had always refused to answer their calls or any other person for that matter and my parents respected my decision.

I felt as though, mother was feeling slightly guilty for my sufferring. She had come to my room on evening and cried with me, and apologised for ever making me give Zayn a chance. Surprisingly, I soothed her and told her that it wasn't her fault. And in all fairness, it wasn't. I wanted to give Zayn a chance, and I had liked the time we shared -a lot. Mum only encouraged me to go with my heart, and have confidence in me.

I kissed the top of her head, like she frequently did me, and I thanked her instead. I thanked her for seeing the light in me, and encouraging me to open up. She looked up at me, once I finished and told me that she was so proud of me.

"You're a wonderful daughter, darling. I love you so much."

"I love you too." I smiled and allowed her to tuck me in.

On the eight day, the morning after that realisation in myself, I knew I had to do something about the situation. I had cried enough, and had hidden away in my room far too long. It was because of the change in myself during my time with Zayn, that I knew I couldn't let it crash in front me. I couldn't go back to sqaure one; if I continued acting like this, I knew I was going to end up back in my shell again- afraid of the world. That was not what I wanted.

And so, I decided to make the most of that day by resolving the problem. I had dwelled enough on the matter those seven days, to be sure of my decision.

I took a pen and a handful of papers and decided to deal with the situation with words.

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So, here's the next chapter. I must admit, that I feel it's quite shite, but I just have lost inspiration for this story. I know it sounds awful, but I just don't know where to go with it anymore. I know how it will end, and there's only a couple more chapters left of these until I have wrapped this story up and tucked it away for good, but it is leading up to that point that is making me want to rip my hair off c:

But don't worry, I will try to make the ending a good one and of course, I shocker ;)

So do keep supporting this story, and I apologise if the story has gone downhill from how it first started. I will try to pick it up again. It's simply because I am more excited about Cigarettes now, and I know that, that story is so much better than this one. (at least in my eyes :p)

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