You and Me

Chapter 3. Fun...? No.

"Why doe's he hate me so much?" I said sheepishly. He actually scares me. No one has ever scared me more. I stayed close to Liam. "I don't know, love. He's just not used to people being here.." Said Liam as he wrapped his arm around me. "He scares me." Liam laughed. "Don't worry, i'll keep you safe Leila." I smiled. First time i smiled in a while... I feel like such a miserable person. 

"LIAM!" Louis screamed "WHAT!?" COME HERE PLEASE!" "OKAY!" Why do these guy's have to shout!? Louis was only in the Kitchen, and we were sat on the sofa in the next room. I stayed quiet. Why does Zayn hate me so much? I've never met him in my life. How does he even know if he hates me if he's never even got the chance to know me!? I'm going to talk to him, sometime. No matter how scared of him i am. "LEILA!" Louis shouted. I walked into the kitchen. "Why do you have to shout!? I'm in the next room to you-" "WE'RE GOING OUT TO THE PARK!" Louis screamed, cutting me off. "LOUIS, SHUT UP! JESUS! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOUT ALL THE TIME!?" I screamed at him. He was giving me a headache. "Look who's shouting now." he smirked. "Shut up Lou." Liam poked him. 

"Leila are you coming to the park?" Niall asked sweetly. Nawwwwwwww! "Yes Niall." I smiled. "YAY!" Screamed Niall. Ahh. Loud noise's. Pain. "You okay?" Asked Liam. "Erm, yeah i'm fine. Why?" I said. "You're holding your head. What's wrong?" "I just have a head ache, it'll be fine." "Sure?" "Yeah. Come on, let's goo!" I said trying to smile. Truth is, i feel realllyyy dizzy.

We had to wait for Harry, who had also decided he was coming. Zayn obviously wasn't coming, i'm going. I felt like i had been hit in the back of the head with a brick a few minute's ago, and now my vision has gone blurry. I heard Harry running down the stairs. "Finally.." Niall mumbled. I feel Sick. Maybe i shouldn't go... no. I have to. I don't want to be left here with Zayn, and this might be my only escape plan..

"Come on guy's, let's go!" Niall should really calm down... He's 19, and he's exited about going to the park? Wow. I started walking toward's what i thought was the door, but ended up finding the wall instead. "Erm, Leila, are you okay?" Harry asked looking worried. "Yeah, i'm fine. I was just... Checking the wall..." I said stupidly. Checking the wall? Could have come up with something better. "Ohh okay." He said sweetly and walked off. Really? That was his reaction? Does he think checking walls is normal? Maybe... mhm.

I walked through the door, and made my way towards Liam. I walked straight into him, nearly falling. He caught me though. I'm glad, as funny as that would have looked, it would have hurt. Pain doesn't play well with me. "Leila i think you should stay at home-" "No, I'm fine. I just have a head ache." I interrupted him. "mhm, okay." I started walking towards the car. Every step i took made the world seem more and more blurry. I tripped and fell to the floor. Liam ran over. "Leila come on. You're going back to the house. I'll stay with you. You can't go out like this." Liam said, helping me up. "I'm fine, I-" "No. Come on." He cut me off. He's starting to sound like Jack. Uggh.

We walked back into the house. "Liam you can go with the other's. I'll be fine." As much as i didn't want to be left alone with Zayn, i didn't want to ruin Liam's day by making him sit here with me. "I can't leave you with Zayn-" "I'll be fine. I'll just stay out of his way. Now go.." I said pushing him back out the door. This is gonna be a long day.

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"What are you doing here?" I looked up and found Zayn staring back down at me from behind the sofa. "I-I-" I stuttered. "Shut up." Zayn said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up the stairs. "Zayn stop-" "I said be quiet." He snapped. "Why do you h-hate me so much?" I asked. "I said shut the fuq up! You do as your told." He gripped my wrist tighter. I yelped. He ignored me and continued dragging me down the corridor, and into a room right at the end of the corridor. 

"Where's Liam and the boy's?" Zayn spat, as he threw me onto his bed. "They w-went to the p-park." I stuttered again. Zayn walked over to me and pulled me up. He dragged me to the bathroom, shoved me in, and locked the door from the outside. I hate being touched. If i wasn't so scared, i would've slapped him. Well... it could be worse. Memories came flooding back.