Hate

seventeen

I've been really happy recently. Like really happy, genuinely happy. I was on cloud nine. I was currently cuddled up to Jack, the boy napping as Netflix played quietly on the tv. I glance up at him, unable to stop myself from smiling. His arm was above his head, the boy snoring softly. His other arm was loosely around my waist as I laid on his bare chest. It was heaven.

Unfortunately his phone went off, waking him up. The boy tiredly reaches for his phone before bringing it to his ear.

"What's up?" He asks tiredly, yawning right after. He frowns, glancing at me.

"Right now?" It must be Jon.

"Yea yea okay. We'll be over in a sec." He hangs up, sighing before looking at me again.

"They want us to go to the studio." He says, his voice still thick with sleep. I frown, nuzzling into his chest.

"I don't wanna go." I mumble. He sighs, closing his eyes.

"I know Bubba, I don't want to either." I sigh reluctantly getting up.

The drive to the studio was short. We recorded a few songs and I was actually really happy with how they turned out. Today was perfect and I didn't want it to end.

"That's a wrap guys! Now go ahead and go on home. Get some rest." The producer, Julian, says. I smile, glancing over at Jack. When Corbyn was in the booth, Jack asked me if I'd go out on a date night with him. Just a simple evening out to Olive Garden.

"Thanks Julian, you too Jon. Have a good night." Jonah says, smiling at the two. We head down and into the lobby, Jack's hand gently pressing in my back.

"Damn it." Corbyn groans.

"What?" Daniel asks, glancing at the blonde confused.

"There's a bunch of paparazzi outside." We all peek around the corner, the people with cameras and mics talking to one another. I was nervous.

"Just don't say anything okay? Ignore them." Jonah says, glancing at me. I nod, letting out a shaky breath. We head towards the door, me in front so I can get to the car quicker. The second it opens, the flashes and yelling start.

"Zach are you aware your fans hate you?" I wince but don't say anything as I push through them.

"Jonah are you dating Tatum Dahl?" Multiple questions get thrown at us, every one hitting me like a knife in the back.

"Zach we heard you were hospitalized is that true?" I can't do this. I turn around to find Jack, but my face falls when I realize I've been separated. I couldn't see him in the crowd.

"Zach! Is it true your fans hate you?" I wince once again, trying not to cry as I look around for Jacks curls.

"Zach! Zach baby where are you?" I perk up at Jack's voice, looking over where I heard it. I saw him, a smile coming to my face.

"Zach is it true you're a faggot?" My smile vanished and I turn to the guy behind me.

"W-What?" I was about to break.

"Is it true that you turned Jack gay?" I couldn't take this. I couldn't.

"Zach is it true you're you're leaving the band because the fans don't like you?"

"Zach you're fans say you're overweight- is that correct?" That one hit hard. I couldn't help the tears as I pushed past them, booking it down the road.

"Zach!" I could hear jack, but I didn't stop moving. I couldn't hold back anymore I had to do it.

I ran past a few buildings until I saw a Walgreens. I quickly entered, walking over to the medications. I skimmed the aisle, wiping my eyes a few times as my vision blurred from my tears. My eyes land on the pain killers, and I quickly grab two bottles, taking them to the register.

"Is this all sir?" The lady asks, looking at me weirdly. I just nod, not trusting my voice. I quickly buy it and head to the back, walking into the restroom. I head into a stall, locking it before quickly unscrewing the cap.

I start sliding them past my lips as I cried, swallowing. I hated this, I hated myself and I hated the world. Why wasn't I allowed to be happy? Why did they hate me? What did I do to them? I keep popping them, taking one after another before I tried to get another and hit the Bottom. I glanced inside before grabbing the second one. However I couldn't unscrew it, as my eyes start to flutter, the pills dropping from my hands. They spilt onto the floor as my eyes closed and I passed out.

I could feel something in my throat, jabbing and jabbing until my gag reflex was hit. I vomited, but still didn't wake.

"Cmon baby, wake up. Wake up damn it!"

"Sir the paramedics are here." I could here people entering the bathroom, my body being lifted onto a bored.

"His pulse is weak. We need to get him to the hospital now." Then everything goes black again.

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Hehe um.... sorry? Anywho here's an update, sorry if it sucks, I woke up like 5 min ago.