Aboard England

SO, you like blondes, now? |MICA|

I was done with Zayn, I was done with Louis, I was done with Liam, I was done with harry, I was done with niall. . I was done with the whole Fucking ONE DIRECTION. Amelia and Kisle rushed to bed, seeing as how pissed I was. Man they learned fast. . I had to admitt, I was a handfull when I was mad, but if you knew better you wouldnt make me mad in the first place. And that was the thing with Zayn. . he was the only one who ever tested me, who ever pushed me. . . And thing was, I liked it. . and I hated my self for it. So i promised myself, that i was DONE.

I sighed as i plopped down on the couch, i heard foot stepps come back down the steps, Amelia stopped in the doorway of the living room, "Your going to be a lonely old. -" Kisle cover her mouth, as she appeared behind amelia. Amelia mubbled something, moving Kisles hand from her face. "No she needs to hear this," Amelia said obvesouly angered. "YOU LIKE HIM. WE ALL SEE IT. QUIT BEING A "LITTLE BITCH," my mouth dropped when those words came out of her mouth. "SO YOU KNOW WHAT. . GO-" Kisle covered Amelias mouth again, pulling her back up the steps. "QUIT THINKING YOUR BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELS." i heard Amelia say as her door slammed.

I shook my head. . . calming myself, I wasnt in the mood to beat up a freshmen tonight.

In the morning i woke up on the couch. . . Both girls werent home, it was about 5 in the morning, where the hell would they go. I brushed it off, not caring that much. I stepped into my room that was stuffed with clothes, and when i plopped down on my bed zayns shirt laid under my feet, I picked it up, letting a frown swipe my face. Was it true.. .. what amelia had said last night. . was I going to end up alone, it wasnt that I thought I was better than everyone els. . . ok it was. I should just go see him, --

It was a normal cloudy day in London, and as I stopped infront of the doors of Zayns flat i felt sick. "OK, MIca, you can do this, . . " I said under my breath. Wait should i knock. . . Ha. No, im MICA. i though as i wobbled his door knob, letting myself in. I shut my eyes tight, wishing i would have knocked.NO. Wishing I wouldnt have come at all. Zayn hovered over top of a Blonde in the middle of his living room floor, both of their eyes landed on me. "MICA," Zayn said as he climbed off top of the girl, I shook my head, fighting back the swirl of emotions. A lump formed in my throat. . I walked towards the door, telling myself not to cry. His hand cought mine, turning me around to face him. I pulled it away, "Who do you think you are." I said crossing my arms. Zayns face seemed mad, "ME? No mica, who do you think you are." He said pissed. "Im tired of chasing after you.Ok.Besides, i need a women, not a girl." He said dryly. The blonde stood in the doorway of his living room, watching the whole thing go down, My lips trembled. She was wearing one of his t-shirts. . .and no pants,-SLUT. "I mean, all those times i tried to ask you out. . . you were always busy or with some other guy," Zayn looked hurt at this point, I exhaled. "Bye, zayn." i said flattly as i turned to walk out the door, but before i did. . . "Your legs are really harry," i said pointing down to the fur that laced her legs. Her mouth hung opened, she rolled her eyes. "See yah." i said nonchaltly as i left them standing there.

When I got at a good distance i let my gaurd down, as tears streamed down my face. I couldnt pretend I didnt care anymore, I WAS IN LOVE WITH ZAYN. and to be honest, I think I had been for a while now.