Eighteen and up.~Ziall~

24

 Niall's P.O.V.

Not EDITED- DONT CALL ME OUT i WARNED YOU!!!

Walking to Zayn's truck has never been this hard, sometimes I forget how bad things can affect people. Sometimes I think too much about myself. I think I was more afraid that he would still be here, rather than being stranded in Orange County. I counted each step I took until I finally found him. He was standing against his truck with his head in his arms and his arms on the hood.

  It seemed to quiet, the girls screams that I heard were no longer as loud as they were before. I have never felt so guilty in my life.

  "Zayn." I don't want him to reply to me, I don't want to feel his wrath.

  " I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just..I was so scared and I-" I couldn't help but want to run away from this. This is why I don't want to be out in the open, I try to be more open and I end up hurting someone.

  " You, have no reason, to say sorry to me." I was taken by suprised, I thought about what I could say to accept this but I felt like I didn't have the privelege of replying.

  "You have every reason, to feel like a no good worthless, Liar, a dumb blonde who has no consideration for others, you have every reason, to hate who you are and why the fuck god put you in my life is beyond me. I can't trust anyone in this world..and you fucking confirmed that." I don't think being shot by a gun could've hurt worst then the words that Zayn just said.

  "I never meant to hurt anyone." He lifted his head off of the hood and looked at me before shaking his head.

  "The victim here is Louis, not me so I have no reason to be mad at you..you only lied to protect yourself...I, I have to go...here's some money call a taxi, groupie 5 seconds of suck I don't care just stay out of my way..it won't be pretty next time I see you." The fact that he layed a 50 dollar bill on the ground. The fact that he couldn't even look me in the eyes showed me that I was scum on the bottom of the ocean to him.

  "I wish things could've been different." I whisper as he swings himself into his truck and slams his door shut.

  He didn't actually show his full out anger until he was in the truck, he punched the steering wheel and threw papers around, the fact that he made his perfectly clean truck messy signaled to me that he was threw with me. 

  I didn't go for the money until he pulled away from me and left. He didn't speed out of the parking lot because there were people around, which made me realise how considerate he actully is. I take the 50.00 and stuff it in my back pocket. I wish I was able to leave it there but I needed it to get home.

  I pull out my phone and, automatically assume I should call Harry and ask him to pick me up, but do you understand why this may be hard for me, I mean everyones life around me seems to be fucking glitching at the moment and I don't want to make it worst.

  So I shove my phone into my back pocket. I sigh as the thought of today fully sinks further and further into my head. It was only 3 in the afternoon and it felt like years have passed. Things seemed to move by me so fast. 

   I trudge back to the line in hopes of etrieving the poster I got signed, but by the time I got to the meet and greet table, all of the boys and my poster was gone. So I was back to feeling sorry for myself. I turned to go find a taxi up the oad or something when I felt someones hand on my shoulder.

  "Hey, you forgot this..I- well I don't really know why I kept it..I guess just in case I saw you again." Calum's face was effortlessly calm and collected. with a cherry topped look of nervousness.