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Chapter 21

(are you guys liking it so far? since some of you have been asking, i’m not entirely sure how many chapters the whole story is going to be. i’m taking one chapter at a time and plan as i go, but thank you for those who have given me feedback. it’s greatly appreciated. hope you guys enjoy the chapter and happy halloween!!!!) 

I had to get out of there. I’m not even sure where I’m going and while fear of the unknown usually scares the hell out of me, I could care less at this point. My mind has turned into a one way street. My feet are moving and I can’t seem to stop. Between the unusually high amount of alcohol in my system mixed with my tarnished emotional state, I have no idea what may come of me tonight. 

Although the remainder of the dinner was somewhat uplifting, I could tell that they were all doing it for the sake of keeping me happy. As much as I may appreciate that, it makes me feel like shit. I don’t deserve happiness. My mother fucking humiliated me. She’s done a lot of shit in her day, but this drew the line for me. The fact that Harry had to witness that makes me sick to my stomach. They probably forgot all about you. They don’t even care. My subconscious cracks it’s whip and the sting is brutal. 

I make my down the busy streets and try to ignore the looks and whistles being made at me. Men are such pigs. I must look like a complete idiot nearly limping and trying to keep a decent stride in these killer platforms Anna gave me. How do girls even walk in these? 

I stumble into a Starbucks and eagerly make my way to the seat I eyed from outside. My phone goes off but I choose to ignore it. What if it’s Harry? Yeah right. It’s probably one of my family members sending me another hateful text about how worthless I am. I lean down to rub my ankles and end up pulling out my phone due to mere raging curiosity. 

Well this is unexpected. It’s Zayn. It feels like forever since I’ve spoken to him.

I could have SWORN I just saw you on the street. Am I seeing things?

Out of all the people I could have a choice to see right now Zayn would definitely be at the top of the list. I find myself able to form a smile and text him back. 

Are you? I’m in Starbucks on West 58th. 

I receive a text back less than a minute later.

I’ll be there in a few. 

Thank goodness. Despite what I may think of them, I know I’m going to be receiving a text or call from Anna or Harry eventually. I could go on thinking that they don’t care about me, but I don’t think they’re that cold right? To not care where I am? It was never my intention to make them worry and now I’m starting to think I’ve done just that. I can’t do anything right. 

I lean back in the chair and cross my legs while I contemplate whether or not to get myself a coffee and hear a bunch of obnoxious sounding girls step inside. I decide to scroll through Pinterest to try and make time go by quicker. I just want Zayn to get here. The feeling of everyone’s eyes on me is starting to close in on me. 

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here.”

You have got to be kidding me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this. Out of all times and places. Can’t I get a break?

I ignore the nasty smirk on Beth’s face but feel more enclosed from the girls surrounding her. I decide to just glance back down on my phone and pretend that I’m somewhere safe. Like Harry’s arms. 

“Look at you looking all skanky in that dress? Where’d you come from? A strip club?” 

I let her words sink in as her and the rest of her posse burst out in laughter.