Strawberry Fields Forever

Strawberry Fields Forever - Part Fourteen (14)

Mae POV …

I woke up to the sound of voices screaming at each other - one female, one male. They were having a heated argument. I flipped the covers off and slipped out of bed, tip-toeing to behind my door. MY dress was still there, and everything was the same inside my room, but I’d forgotten to lock the door. It was now ajar.

I turned the handle and slowly opened it. I was met with a tall blonde woman adorned in brightly coloured jewellery, mini-skirts and a tight neon top, who shouting ferociously at Zayn. She was throwing her hands about in the air, her red lips moving at such speed I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. Her words were slightly muffled, as I was behind a corner. Zayn was now desperately trying to reason with her, as I could see his body fall to the ground in a heap, tears escaping his eyes. What was going on?

I edged myself around the wall slowly, putting my inconspicuous face on. I didn’t want to be in the middle of this. I tripped on something and elbowed the wall suddenly, and hissed in pain. The tall blonde spun around, seething with rage and lifted her hand up, pointing a finger at me.

“YOU!” she screamed at me. I shut my eyes … She was definitely an intimidating woman.

“Y-yes,” I muttered, trying to face away from her face. Her eyes were drilling holes in to the side of my head, and I could feel the anger radiating off of her. I opened one of my eyes, and she appeared in front of me.

“Is your name, Mae?” she spat, shoving her long finger in to my chest. I winced. I looked at Zayn, his eyes wide. He slowly shook his head, indicating to me that I should take on a different identity. I turned to face the woman again, shaking my head this time.

“Well, do you know who she is?” she spat at me again. I shook my head. I needed to come up with an alibi.

“I’m just a friend of Zayns – he called me last night and asked if I could come around and take care of him because he felt sick,” I muttered cautiously. I turned around to Zayn again. He smiled slightly.

“And I have experience at the hospital, so I needed to come in case someone had spiked his drink – which they had,” I breathed out.

“Good. I’ll be going now, then. Zayn - watch it,” she sneered, spinning around on the balls of her feet and strutting out of the room. I stared after her in shock – who was she? I heard her footsteps down the stairs and the front door click shut. I stood in shock.

Zayn ran up to me, and embraced me guiltily. He had a lot of explaining to do. I pushed him back slightly.

“Who was she?” I asked my eyes wide. My adrenaline was pumping and I could almost feel it running through my veins. I never want to see that stupid bitch again, I thought.

“She- she’s my ex-girlfriend. Her names Perrie … And even though we broke up she still seems to think we’re together,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and going to sit on the couch. We were in a small room that all of the guest rooms were connected to. I walked over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder in comfort. He was obviously going through a lot. He looked up at me and motioned for me to come and sit down next to him. I did as he told.

“It sounds like you’re going through a rough time,” I said, fiddling with the small hairs on the back of his neck. He pulled me up and laid down, so we were snuggling up to one another. He placed a small kiss on my forehead, and I felt a small smile tug at the edges of my mouth.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, resting his head on mine. I thought for a minute. The mood was low and serious, and I really didn’t need this to affect my weekend. This chick was gone – I didn’t need to worry about her now. I sat up and looked at Zayn.