I keep on staring at that folded piece of paper I am holding. Hoping that this whole day was just a fragment of my imagination or that maybe someone would come out of the blue and explain to me what has become of my tragic life.
I was all smiles. I never did anything wrong. OK maybe some things, but everybody makes mistakes right?
I tried summing up all of the events taken place today. That didn't work all it did was made me feel even more sorry for myself. I kept seeing a picture on my mind. A picture of them. And it kills me so bad. I know that we don't love each other. I know we are different. I know I am not up to his standards but I also know for a fact that we are married.
I let my inner rage take over and I rip the paper to shreds crying. The broken pieces of paper resemble my broken heart far too well.
I sit on the floor still traces of tears staining my cheeks and look at the window. Its night now but the beach lights light up the beach and the whole avenue. I see couples everywhere. All of them smiling bright then I look at myself. Here I am, watching couples in my wedding dress.
I regain myself and stand up not wanting to see those happy people. It pains me way too much.
Ok now I am staring to regret it. Why did I have to tear that piece of paper? It could have been something important. Maybe saying that I got pranked or a sorry note.
I messed everything up. I'm such a goof.
A wave of realization hit me. Why the heck should I hang around an empty room waiting for my betraying husband -ugh this name so doesn't suit him- when I can go out enjoy myself.
I've always wanted an adventure. Now I can have one.
I race to my luggage and grab one of the sluttiest dresses I can imagine. FYI, I am not a slut. Just trying out something new. You know, writing my own journey.
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I glance at myself. Not bad. I think as I grab my purse and walk down through the stairs.
I walk across the street into this Hawaiian themed bar. I am so nervous I have never actually gone to one before but I know from my friends.
I ask the bartender for a shot. He comes up to me smiles and puts it next to me.
Who am I kidding?
I can't do this I'm not like this. It's just not my thing. I push past the people dancing all around.
When a too familiar face appears. O MY GOD it's Zayn!
He's here with that blond. I look at the two across from me swaying together. A pang of jealousy comes to me.
I look at my abandoned drink still there. I rush to it and hold it in my hands. I think about turning back but instead I look at them and chuck that sour, beery drink in my mouth.
And for the first time today it felt good. Like all the bitterness from that had taken away the bitterness of my life. Does that make sense?
I have now had 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7, 8 drinks. I've never felt more alive and drunk my entire life.
I sit there laughing. For some reason I am not l aware of. Maybe it's the drink.
I turn to the dance floor to witness Zayn eating Perrie's face off.
It hurts me so much. I go on the dance floor beside Zayn and bump into him so he could be aware of my presence and grab a random guy with blonde hair and dark complexion and start dancing.
After a few minutes he started grabbing me to a corner. I tried my best to stay but he was just too strong. Plus I was too drunk.
He slammed me up the wall and started touching me in the wrong places.
I was now yelling help but no one seemed to listen with the loud music.
I look at Zayn but it's all blurry because of the tears forming in my eyes.
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_Hiii guys Its mee. Its my 3rd update this week. Yay
Just to let you know that this chapter is just a filler and in the next chapters it will get interesting .
I was thinking of making a Zayns POV so comment if I should.
Thank you so much to you all who are reading.
The next chapters will be long hopefully.
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