~Mason Nicole's POV~
I got used to walking around since there was no Zayn to carry me around my house. But I liked being independent in that way, it made me feel like I can handle getting better with my own strength.
Also my cast and heavy dosed medication, that's not the point though.
"Mason careful I don't want you stressing any bones or muscles."
"I'm fine I just needed something to eat for breakfast."
"So it didn't hurt to walk down?"
"I have a part of my fibula gone why wouldn't it hurt?" I begin to realize how much I say that.
"Why are you snailing around the house then?"
"Because thanks to you yesterday night my boyfriend-"
"Crawl back up to your god damn room." She snaps.
"Mason Nicole just go to the couch I'll make your breakfast and bring it to you." My dad comes out of the bedroom and looks straight at my mom. "I know being in your room for too long makes you stuffy."
I slide my crippled foot across the floor and make sure I scratch her hardwood design with my cast.
"' Crawl back up to your god damn room?' You're fucking kidding me right?" My dad mumbles to my mom.
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~Niall's POV~
I slide past the aisles of the store mumbling the names of the brands I see, but none are the one I need. I make my way towards an employee when someone step in front of me.
"You forgot to check the lower sections of the aisle, Niall." He smirks at the rhyme he makes.
"Thanks...who are you?"
"Niall you know me. Fucker." The last word echoes in my head.
"Connor." I look away from him.
"Okay, there we go." He nods."We need to have a family meeting."
"You're not my fucking cousin." I spit.
"Really? Cause I thought when your uncle raped the life out of my mom and I came out that made me your cousin."
"We're not talking about this here." I walk towards him and he steps back.
"I'll fucking yell it if I need to. I haven't seen you in 5 years and I'm going to talk about it now cause you're the other Horan I've seen besides my dad."
"That's because we don't talk to my uncle. Paying for fucking children that aren't his. That's why your last name is Donavan not Horan." I grumble. "Now stay the fuck away from me."
"How's my baby doll Mason Nicole?" He grabs my arm.
"Zayn's girlfriend. Don't fucking act like you're not the one who shot her."
"What the hell she's the one who got shot? Is she dead?" His face drops.
"She's not fucking dead. I know one of your minions did it."
"Ouch, you need to get your facts straight fucker." He let's go of my hand.
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~Mason Nicole's POV~
I go upstairs to my room after being down all day. I look up from my cast and Zayn is sitting on my bed.
"The hell are you doing here?" I stop at the door frame.
"What I can't visit?" He slurs, great.
"After you walk out on me and not talk to me since then you wanna visit?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Why are you walking around?"
"Cause after moping in my bed with no one to talk to I get bored. Now leave." I say and he looks blank.
"Your mom was right."
"What?"
"It's my fault you almost died." He gestures toward me.
"Zayn what the fuck no it wasn't. You didn't know I would be there." I yell.
"But I'm always out and about getting into shit and now I took you down with me." He stands up.
"It's not like that." I shake my head.
"I don't want to always hurt you." He yells.
"You're not." My voice almost inaudible.
"I can't be with you right now." His veins are noticeable on his temples.
"You can't fucking do this to me." I whisper.
"Mason I just-"
"Leave and this time never come back." I say boldly.
***
"I can't fucking believe him." I cry into Niall's chest.
"I'll talk to Zayn about it if it doesn't get better. But he's just drunk and mad you'll be okay."
"No I won't. He threw away our relationship like he never cared. No one ever cares." I look at Niall with my glossy eyes.
"Why wouldn't anyone care about you?" He says less panicked.
Out of impulse I lean in and kiss Niall, at first he was extremely surprised, but then he went with it. I just need so much right now and everything keeps getting worse. So I just need this moment.
Or I guess I missed having feelings for him.
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A/N- But yeah a loottttt of new stuff in this chapter. If you like it don't forget to like, comment, and share. Thanks for readingg(: .
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أدب الهواةMason Nicole Valentino hasn't had a boyfriend since about fourteen. Ever since then, every guy seemed tempting, too close, too smooth, and too god damn attractive. Zayn is evidently tempting, but irresistible if you couldn't tell. She resents it and...
