I'm Not Her

Chapter 12: I'm Not Staying

"See you later, Dani. Bye." I sighed. 

"It was nice talking to you and I hope I made you guilty enough to stay." Danielle winked, waved, and disappeared out of the door. I made no effort to leave because I didn't want to face Zayn just yet. Danielle's words would linger in my head for the next week. I just knew it. 

I didn't want Zayn to figure out by a stupid mistake I made. I didn't want Perrie to tell him either. Danielle would be disappointed that I refused to listen to her advice, but all I despereately wanted to do was go back home to South Shields. I didn't care if I had to go back and do all of my chores as well as Perrie's. I didn't care that I would have to move back into my old room and be lonely. I just couldn't look Zayn dead in the eye and tell him that I was Perrie. 

Because I wasn't.

I groaned rubbed my temples. Why did I get myself into this mess? Why did I even think that I could pull off being Perrie. I can't even count how many times I almost messed up. The only reason I didn't get caught was because Zayn was oblivious to everything.

A change in Perrie? Come on. A girl can't change that drastically in a span of a week. Let's be real here. 

I made my decision now. Perrie had been gone too long and I never agreed to staying for this long. I didn't agree to lying for this long. 

I stood up and threw my empty cup of coffee into the trash can to proceed to walk home. My house wasn't that far away and I was too lazy to call a taxi. 

There was also a reason that Mum never let me drive cars. I was horrible and would most likely get into an accident. 

The cold air hit me as I walked out the door. I silently cursed myself for not being smart enough to bring a sweatshirt or something with me. All I had on was a Batman shirt and a pair of jeans. Not the best outfit for a cold and chilly day.

I've learned my lesson. 

It took ten minutes to get back home and I knew what I had to do. Going up in the elevator, I started doubting the choice I was making. 

I didn't want to leave Zayn...but it was for the best. 

I unlocked the door and stepped into my flat. Perrie's flat.

I was leaving. There was no going back. All I had to do was avoid Zayn, but I already knew that he wasn't coming over today or tonight. Liam had the courtesy to text me that he was 'stealing Zayn away from me' for a boys' night out. That was perfectly fine for me. 

Since all of the clothes in the flat belonged to Perrie, I had almost nothing to pack. The only clothing I had that was actually mine was skinny jeans, an old rock band t-shirt, a big hoodie, and combat boots so I put them on. I neatly put everything of Perrie's back where they belonged and snatched up my old bag. I stuffed my phone and my credit card into my bag along with a few other essentials. I was taking the bus to South Shields since it would cost too much for a taxi and Perrie wasn't here to drive me home. 

I rushed out the door, locked it, and managed to slip the key under the door. Attached to it was a little post it note that said 'sorry' 

It was really meant for anyone that came around. Perrie, when she came home. Zayn, if he comes by and finds out I'm gone. 

I pulled my hoodie over my head and exited the building that I had taken the displeasure of calling home. I was glad to get away. I wasn't going to fake being my sister anymore. I wanted to be only one person and that was myself. I wasn't going to live under someone else's identity anymore. No, I refuse. 

It took my five minutes to get to the bus station and I sat on the bench, waiting. Waiting and waiting and waiting. Oh how good it would feel to be home with my parents. I tapped my foot in anticipation. Once I was on the bus, I was gone.