Chapter 11

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Fuck. Nobody was supposed to hear any of that except Harry. Especially not Zayn.

“Um, how much of that did you guys hear?”

“All of it,” Louis answered quietly.

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath.

It was an awkward moment as all of us thought for a moment. What was I going to do? I’d basically disclosed my only secret about how I’d had my heartbroken by this piece of shit guy and told them that’s why I’m the way I am.

“Here’s your clothes, love,” Liam mumbled, handing me various articles of clothing. “We’ll leave you to it.” He nodded his head and all five of them exited the steaming bathroom, the door softly clicking shut behind them.

*****

“Addy!” Stella cheered as I walked in the door to our apartment. “I’ve missed you and your bitchiness!”

“I was only gone for like a day, Stell,” I replied, giving her my best smile. But she saw right through it.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, patting the couch as worry overcame her face.

“So what would you say if I told you that…” I started, taking a deep breath. “IwastrickedandkindofaccidentallytoldZaynandallofhisfriendseverythingaboutVanceandIdon’tknowI’mjustsofuckingscaredthateverythingisgoingtobemessedupbetweenus.”

The blonde scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.

“Zayn and his friends know everything about Vance,” I repeated, much more slowly.

She looked up, her mouth forming an o. “What?! How?”

“It’s a long story,” I sighed. “But I’m so scared, Stella! What if this changes everything? What if he starts looking at me the same way Vance did? I basically told him I’m not some kick ass chick like everyone thinks, I’m just some girl who is afraid to get hurt and I just know Zayn’s going to take one look at me and realize I’m fucking worthless!”

“Don’t you dare say that, Addy!” Stella reprimanded, smacking me in the shoulder. “That’s a load of shit! You’re not worthless and you know that!”

I looked her in the eyes. “But does Zayn know that?”

“He’d be fucking stupid if he didn’t.”

I breathed for a moment, letting that sink in.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Are you expecting anyone?” I asked.

“Yeah, Layla. Come in!” Stella called out.

I smiled as the British beauty walked through the door. If there was anyone who could cheer me up, it was her.

“Addy!” she screamed upon seeing me, giving me a giant hug. “How’s my favorite wild child?”

I chuckled. “I’ve seen better days.”

Layla frowned. “Come on, tell momma what happened.” Then, out of fucking no where, she pulled out a giant jar of Nutella and three spoons.

“OH MY GOD, HAVE MY CHILDREN!” I screamed in response, ripping the jar out of her hands and opening in up. “YOU ARE A PERFECT HUMAN BEING, LAYLA.”

Her and Stella were in hysterics by now, rolling around on our old couch. I rolled my eyes and sat down next to them, purposely stretching my legs out across them.

“So what happened?” Layla managed to ask after she composed herself. Well, let’s be honest. When was Layla ever fully composed? She was always doing, if not saying, something crazy. Like the time she carried a conversation with me about the mating habits of peacocks via phone whilst cart racing through Wal-Mart.

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