I dedicate this chapter to @ManchesterbottlePop because she is truly amazing and a beautiful person. :)
I can't believe Sydney's friends would do that to her! Well, by the looks of it they weren't really friends anymore. I can't help but rant, so here goes nothing...
Who the heck does Emily think she is! She's seriously got a mental illness! Why would somebody beat the, well I won't say the harsh words, I don't like swearing. Why would somebody beat the poop out of Sydney like that! I'm so disgusted by her! and Tyler! Don't even get me started on him! Oops! Too late. He knew they were through! Why couldn't he just face the fact! Why would he come crawling back to her!? And no of fence to him, but who marries at 16? Even of she did say yes, I still wouldn't have let her. Sydney's like my little sis. I've always wanted one, but my mom found out that she couldn't have anymore after me. And for the record I'm older than Sydney... Just by two years. It doesn't matter we're inseparable. Ok... I think I'm done.
Then I remembered something... Where had Zayn gone? I've gotten so caught up with this big mess that I guess he kinda dissapeared.
"Zayn, Zayn, babe where are you?" I yelled out as I walked around the house. I walked into a dark room and called out his name hesitantly. Being in the dark is one of my weaknesses. Then two strong arms wrapped around my waist.
"ahhhhhhh!" I yelled as loud as I could. I heard a deep familiar chuckle.
"hey babe." Zayn said as he leant down to kiss my cheek.
"that was NOT funny!" I said angrily.
"your cute when your mad." he said as he let out another chuckle.
"no I am not!" I argued back.
"you know your not going to win this." he said calmly, but I could tell he was trying to suppress a laugh.
"laugh all you want, I'm leaving." I grumbled frustrated. I got out of his grasp easily, but before I could exit this closet or bathroom he grabbed my wrist.
"you really think I was going to let you out that easily?" he sated. No I honestly didn't either.
"no." I said quietly. Silence overlapped the small room and it honestly really freaked me out. The silence grew uncomfortable and the tension between us was growing every second. Why were we even fighting? Or was this a plain joke? If it was, I wasn't going to be too happy with him when we finally got out of here.
"can you please let go of me?" I begged while whispering. He didn't say anything.
"please." I whispered again. I waited a bit, but he still never answered.
"Zayn?" I whispered again. He let go of my wrist and my arm fell to my side. I quietly walked out and ran downstairs as fast as I could. I hated the dark and I was in it way too long. This is why I don't watch all these s ary movies. I get scared at the smallest things, but they give me nightmares for days.
When I got downstairs, nobody was there. Where was everybody? I went into the kitchen, nobody was there. I went out into the back yard... Nobody was there. I went up the stairs again and went into Sydney's room. Finally somebody!
"where's Harry?" I asked curious.
"He insisted that I get some rest." she groaned frustrated.
"where's your mum?"
"she went to drive those two ignorant people back to the airport." she said with a little sigh.
"where's Zayn?" she asked me. Great now I had to tell her. Well, I really wanted to talk to somebody about it.
"he was in a small room down the hall." I said blankly.
"the linen closet?" she asked me with amusement.
"yah. He was in the dark when I went to go find him." I said quietly. That was enough for her. She knew me too well. "sit." she said motioning me towards the empty spot beside her. I went to sit beside her and I just started to ball.
"bebz, everything between you and Zayn is going to be fine." she cooed as she hugged me and rubbed circles on my back.
"no it's not! He probably thinks I'm some over-sensitive freak all because I'm afraid of the dark!" I said sobbing through my tears. I couldn't stop the tears from spilling. Eventually I started to choke on them.
"I'm going to talk some sense into him when you've recovered." she muttered under her breath.
"no! It's not his fault...it's mine." I said as a new set of tears started to fall.
"can you get me some water?" I asked looking up at her.
"how could I ever say no to you when your like this!" she said in a baby voice. She got up and hurried out of the room. I just laid there helplessly. Then I heard footsteps coming in my direction. She couldn't have been that fast!?