Strong (Zerrie FanFiction)

Chapter 12

A/N: Hey guys! This is Finals week, and I don't even know how I have managed to update, so much. I haven't been updating my other book, which is dreadful- So I'm going to update today. If you aren't already reading my other book, and you ship Camarry- Harry Styles (1D) and Camila Cabello (5H), then you should read it! It's called, "The Story Of Our Lives (Camarry FanFic)" and it has about like 35 chapters... so, yeah. ;)

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Perrie's Pov

"When, should I go and confront Zayn?" I asked the girls, seeking advice.

"Pez, I think that we should call the boys, right now, and then go on, from there." Leigh-Anne, informed.

"Fine." I muttered.

"Now, in the meantime, don't go on any social Medias- Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, MySpace... you get the point." Jesy advised, me. "I have seen some comments, from the Directioners, and their not pretty."

I sighed.

"Okay." I replied. "But now, everyone thinks I'm a slut..."

"Baba, your not a slut." Jade comforted. "Don't listen to the haters, their just low-life losers, who have nothing better to do, than give hate."

"I suppose your right, Jadey." I praised. "Shall, we call the boys, now?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna use my phone." Leigh-Anne suggested. "Who should we, ring?"

"I think, that we should ring Niall." Jade stated. "He's more... how should I put it. Calm?"

"Yeah." I said. "But I'm not gonna talk, I don't want him to know that I'm with you guys."

"Why?" Jesy questioned.

"He might think, that I'm a slut too..." I sighed, and looked down.

"Pez, don't put yourself down." Leigh-Anne stated, sharply. "He probably doesn't think that."

I shrugged.

"I'll ring him, now." Leigh-Anne, informed.

"Okay." I said, biting the inside of my cheeks.

Leigh-Anne, took her mobile out, and rang Niall.

1st ring...

2nd ring...

3rd ring...

"Hello?" The familiar, Irish accent echoed through the speaker.

"Hi, Niall." Leigh said, into the phone and motioned for all of us to be quiet.

"Hey, Leigh!" He greeted. "How are ye'?"

"Good." She chuckled. "You?"

"Splendid, my dear." He joked, with a funny accent. "Just splendid."

Leigh giggled, and I couldn't help but crack a grin.

"Hey, um, If you don't mind me asking... How's Zayn holding up?" Leigh said, just jumping into the dreaded subject.

Niall coughed.

"One sec." He said.

We could hear footsteps and a door close, before Niall spoke into the phone, once again.

"Okay, I know Perrie's there, so don't pretend that she isn't." Niall spoke.

I sighed.

"Can I speak to her, alone?" Niall asked.

I bit my lip, but nodded my head to Leigh, letting her know that I approved.

I took Leigh's phone from her, and walked into the closest room, which happened to be Jade's.

I coughed, and bit my lip, anxiously.

"Hey, Niall." I blurted, out.

"Perrie." Niall said, with an unreadable voice.

"You must think that I'm a slut, too." I said, now biting the inside of my cheek.

"Well at the moment, yes." He said, in a disappointed voice.

My heart just dropped. Even Niall, thinks I'm a slut.

"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered, and hung up the phone, not giving him time to respond.

I felt tears form, in my eyes, as I replayed everything that just happened.

Niall thinks that I'm a slut, I bet all the boys think that I'm a slut. And Zayn, well Zayn probably hates me so much. How did my life turn, from good to bad in such little time. I really hate myself. Everything that I do, I get judged for doing and I can never do anything right. I'm such a worthless bitch, who is nothing but a whore. Noone likes me. Not anymore, at least.

I wiped away my tears, and exited Jade's room, confronting the girls.

"So, what did Niall say?" Leigh asked, curiously.

"He thinks I'm a slut, too." I said, flatly.

The girls, looked shocked.

"Niall?" Jade asked, surprised.

I nodded, bluntly.

"I'm g-gonna head up to my room, now." I said, in the verge of tears.

I immediately, ran up the stairs and into my room, without giving the girls a chance to repond.

Why am I so unfaithful? Why am I so useless? Why did I have to get drunk, and snog some doucebag? Why am I such a fucking whore? I can't even stand, to look at myself in the mirror. I'm too ashamed, of myself.

"Perrie, calm down. This is just the demons talking." I said, to myself. "Don't do anything, durasstic."

I inhaled and exhaled, but the thought of Zayn hating me, made me hyperventilate.

"Why am I, such a failure." I thought to myself, as I clung onto the wall that helped keep me stable.

I screamed, and pulled my hair, making me shriek in pain.

I haven't acted like this, in quite a while.

What a lot of people don't know, about me, is that I used to be emotionally unstable. Like, when I was at the age of 16, I used to cut alot and I was anorexic. My condition made me feel insecure and the demons, used to talk to me, saying that I was "worthless" and "a whore." Now, they're back.

My mum, used to pay for therapy and I'd gotten better. I grew a passion for singing, and tried out for the X-Factor, and obviously I was put into Little Mix. No one, knows about my past except my family. Not even, the girls know.

I continued to pull my hair, and dug my nails into the scalp of my skin.

Everything that I feared, has come true.

"Perrie?!" I heard a shrill voice call out to me, followed by two other voices.

I ignored the person's presence and continued to hyperventilate.

"Leigh, call the ambulance!!" I heard a voice shriek, right before everything went black.

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A/N: Sorry that I haven't uploaded in a while. I know, I'm terribly sorry but here it is. I've never wrotten such content like this, before so it's new to me. Anyways, stay cool and bye.