Three days past without anything interesting. I just got to know Martina, Lily's best friend. Now I know why has Lily changed so much. To be honest I don't like this girl, not because she's different, I just don't trust her.
When I wake up in the morning, it's already 12 o'clock. I hurry up from my bed to get ready for school, have to take an uniform. I go down, joining Lily in the kitchen to eat. After having dinner I leave.
I'm walking and observing everything to remember the street, not to loss. When I'm near the school I catch a glimpse of Zayn at the corner. It makes me shiver when he glances at me. He is observing every move I take, this got me frightened and I quicken the steps.
I wonder if he does worry about what he's done to me? But I don't think so, it seems he doesn't like me and it doesn't matter to him where I will be, in the police department or here.
Soon I will get close to him, that makes my heartbeat faster and I'm trying my best not to fall, but I fail. When I analyse what has just happened, I see Zayn laughing and shaking his head. I've never felt so embarrassed. Probably I'm red on my face because of the pain and shame. I wasn't expecting Zayn to help me to get up but I get amazed when he leaves the place. I stand up and shake the clothes off to get it clear, then wipe the tears off and take breathes to keep calm. Why is it always me getting in trouble? I hate Zayn, he's so cool and I'm just a poor girl.
I'm so furious about what's just happened. If Zayn meets me on my way back to home I'll tear him off. My mind reminds me the moment he laughed at me when I fell and this makes me want to bury him alive!
Stinker!
I take a uniform from school and head down the road, only thinking about lying in a bed and resting, when I glimpse Zayn at the corner. He's not alone, he's beating someone without mercy. The fear I'm feeling now causes the goosebumps raise on my skin. I don't know how to act. I want to break them up but am afraid of not to get injured. I get closer to them, but decide to stop when I see that the boy he's beating is Harry.
"Hey." I scream strictly but Idon't think here's anyone afraid of my strictness.
Harry's back is put against the wall and zayn's hitting him in the stomach. When I scream, he looks at me and his eyes go wide, probably he wasn't expecting the courage from me. I pull him away to get rid of Harry, but he jerks me. He is so near to me, my heartbeat fastens when he looks into my eyes. I see change on his face. Anger changes into amazement and confusion. Suddenly someone tears me away from him, of course it's Harry. He hides me behind him.
"Annabelle, go!" Harry speaks through his clenched teeth. I got red fingerprints on my arm, which was caused by this two strong men.
"Ah, you're Annabelle, right?" I look from Harry's back and see Zayn with iminious smirk on his face. My heartbeat fastens more and more when I analyse what's just happening. There's standing Harry's strong figure between us, defeanding me.
I'm in a big nag.
I wince and cover my mouth with hands, when they attack each other again. Harry is hitting Zayn and the expression on Zayn's face, which is caused by the pain, causes pain in me too. They'll kill each other.
"Harry stop!" I scream and pull his arm but he nudges me and I fall down for the second time today. Their widen eyes are staring at me and I find myself crying.
I'm so mad at both of them. If I were a boy, I'd beat them up. They separate from each other. Harry looks at me, trying to say something but says nothing. I jump on my feet quickly, take a uniform from the ground and run away from them. I make a usual inhale-exhale exercises, wipe the tears off and head down the road to home.
Today I fell down twice and cried twice for that rude, bad boys! I don't have any desire to see them again. They damage everything that's in front of them. I don't even want to see Harry, who I liked more because he isn't as heartless as Zayn. And I don't want to see Zayn with his magical eyes!
God, why are the most handsome guys so rudes and bads?!
When I calm down a bit, slow down the steps. I somehow don't want to hide under the blanket. I want to walk down the street, breath fresh air and think about what has happened in the last days of my life. If I go on communicating with this bad boys, I mustn't expect anything good in the future, so I decide to stop relationship with them. But if I see Zayn beating up Harry again, I'm sure I'll do the same, despite they don't deserve that.
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"It's Liam's bithday tomorrow." Lily tells me, when we are alone in the room.
"Then?" I'm not that interested in this news.
"What 'then'? We are going." She decides it instead of me.
"Why do I have to go to that person's bithday, I don't even know? Don't you think that I don't have anything to do there?"
"Liam invited both of us, so we're going."
"And what do I want there?" I ask her. If I go there, Lily will be with Liam and I'll be alone. Zayn will be there, too and I don't want to see him after the incident that happened today.
"I want you to come with me. Mom and dad won't let me go alone and you won't be sitting here, doing nothing." She shrugges. No, I'm not going to go there! I don't want to be around people like them, anymore.
"I don't want to go."
"Why?"
"Because I don't like being around them, I feel humiliated.
"Humiliated? Aren't you taking liberties with them?" She rolls her eyes, don't getting what I'm saying.
"No Lily, not me, they aren't." I grumble and lie down. I got a feeling as if I'm afraid of going there. I promised myself not to get in touch with them again. I'll say to Lily that I feel bad and won't go there.
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Secret (1969)
Fanfiction"When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me." _____________________________ The story includes dirty scenes and if you don't love this kind of stories then don't read.
