Bully to Bully

Beautiful Pain

"'Ello?"

"Where was he?"

"Louis mate is that you?"

"Where did he-you kiss him-Ja-Jack,"

"Where did I see Curly? Err just outside of Zayn's 'ouse, probably still there now. Give 'im a few to the nose if you know what I mean-"

I hung up. Had no time for his stupid jiberring. Zayn's house hmm? Need to get there quick 'cause if I give him another couple of minutes, he'll be back home all snuggled up in bed phoning that stupid- Jack- Harries- with- his- stupid- smile- and- his- stupid- stupid- smile- URGH! I slammed the steering wheel hard and the horn blasted out violently.

"JESUS!" I screemed. I- hate- life- so- ohmygodohmygodohmygod- he- can't- I- can't. I wiped my arm shakily across my dry skin and tried to scratch the tears out of my burning eyes.

"Humph." I sniffled to stop my nose from running and I shook my floppy hair out of my eyes. It just fell back into wet strands and I yanked on my fringe tightly. I winced at the pain but quickly snatched the steering wheel back into controll. A huge horn echoed around me and that's when the huge truck lights glared into my eyes. I swerved sharply out of the way and I could hear the wind rush by as we narrowly missed each other's bodies.

"Oh my God." I widened my eyes to try and keep focused but they stung with tiredness, tears and pain. Ha- I can't even say his-its name. How can he-it do this to me?? He will pay. Oh he'll pay hard. I love him so much so he needs to learn, I NEED to protect him. He's mine and he must know that. I'll show him everyday. Make him feel my pain everyday. Show him that I am the only one who can touch him. He kissed him before me. Jack- Freakin'- Harries kissed the love of my life before I did. And Harry let him. Oh I'll show him. No not Harry; Curly. He's Curly now, only good and loyal boyfriends deserve their name. Boyfriend? Boyfriend.

"Pinpoint Avenue." I muttered as I flashed the indicator and turned into the estate. Zayn's house, Zayn's house, Zayn's house. 35, 33, 31, 29 ah there- Zayn's house, 27. I pulled the car up to the pavement and stopped abruptly. I stole a glance at the mirror, sighed, grimaced, ran a hand through my hair, sighed again at my pathetic appearance and then snapped the mirror back to the middle.

The door slammed shut louder than I intended it to and the sound rang eerily in the still air. I flicked the collar up on my jacket so that people couldn't see me and to keep out the cold. Considering it was the last day of March, winter still felt relevant. Ok enough about the stupid weather, where is he?

There were no lights on at Zayn's but that was normal- I don't even think he can afford electricity now that his mum was just made redundant. Ok so go to his house, number 12 I believe. What am I actually going to do? Give him pain I know that much, but how? I can't do what I do all of the time, I know it hurts but he can probably handle it. I have my little secret with me but I don't think I have the guts to actually use it. Well we'll just what happends wont we?

I started to walk in the same direction I had driven in as the house numbers decreased further down the street. 26, 25, 24 these houses were quite small but Curly's house is around the same size as mine, maybe a little bit smaller. Mind you it's not like his family needs the space with his runaway dad and his slowly developing alcoholic mum, I wonder if he's noticed her habits too. She's hardly ever at home with him, she's sipping life from bottles with my mum instead. At least my mum can handle it. Well look at the brightside: if no-one's home, no-one can see the bruises. I don't have to be gentle then. I felt a small smirk grow on my lips and I had to snap back into my serious fascade. Mean, heartless, strong. He didn't hurt you, you hurt him. You have the power. You are the superior.