Another Broken Dream

There's something you should know about Kaitlyn Cauldling. Zayn Malik, the shy resevered boy was in love with her, also Harry Styles the ladies man wild child was in love with her. Kaitlyn never wanted things to go wrong but they do and some things just can't be fixed, like her.

"You're pregnant" Zayn shouted at me he looked hurt, used but most of all heartbroken. "I'm sorry" the tears fell down my face naturally, I didn't need to do anything for them to fall. Zayn stormed around the house breaking stuff and cussing me out. "God damnit, Kaitlyn you bitch I loved you" he shouted throwing the picture that was hanging of us in the living room. "Zayn please" I begged him to stay not to leave he was'nt thinking clearly. "I'm leaving, everything you the band this damn cursed house" He shoved his clothes into a suitcase and threw it down the stairs. "Please stop" I screamed falling to the floor begging him to stay. "Whats wrong with you" Harry came in getting in Zayns face threating him, he mumbled stuff to Zayn. It didn't work Zayn punched Harry in the face bringing Harry to the ground. "Goodbye" Zayn walked out of the door one last time. I picked up the broken glass of what used to be the picture of Zayn and I, I cut my hand open and tried to stop the bleeding with my shirt. None of the boys were home execpt for Harry and Zayn, until Zayn stormed out of the house. I let go of the glass crying, I lost Zayn I loved him. "Kaitlyn oh my god" Harry ran to my side taking his shirt off making a torniquet for the palm of my hand wich was not slit open. "Are you okay" he said rocking me back and forth. He wrapped his arms around me while I sobbed into his shirt. "It's going to be alright" he said kissing my forehead. I felt like a child I was useless and I could'nt protect myself.