~this absolutely sucks,maybe listen to A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope to make it seem better? Haha~
You threw your head back,covering your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie. You were trying so hard to not let the nasty tweets get to you. One tear made its way down your face,ruining some of your eyeliner. You started wiping instantly,fixing your makeup.
"What are you doing?" Niall walked in,taking your hands away from your watery eyes
You glanced into his bright eyes,looking away,"Nothing"
"Lemme see your laptop!" Niall shouted as he realized what might have happened
You shooed him away,"NO,NIALL!"
"GIVE ME THE LAPTOP!" Niall shouted again,taking the laptop from your desk
You stood next to him as he scrolled through all the nasty tweets you had recieved just an hour ago. Niall glared at the screen,slamming the laptop shut. He stormed towards his room,taking his phone in his hand. You stayed in your room,hopping up onto the bed.
Eleanor walked in,her hair tied up in a messy bun,"Hey! Niall told me what happened..were you really listening to those fans?"
"Yeah..I mean,most of the times they say something,they're right!" You argued,covering your eyes once again as you lay back
Eleanor sighed,lying down besides you,"Let me tell you something,they don't know how in love you and Zayn are!"
"ELEANOR! They hate me for being in love. They hate me for even knowing Zayn!" You screamed,"They think that I'm using him for fame. They think I'm a gold digger. They think I'm a whore. They say I'm a slut. They say our relationship is for publicity! They say I'm using him for everything!! THEY EVEN THINK I'M CHEATING ON HIM!" You let the tears stream down your face
"I know what you're going through..I got hate as well..but I'm going to tell you one thing. Don't listen to them! They don't know what they're talking about. If you were cheating on him,you would know. If you're using him,you would know! So don't listen to them!" Eleanor wiped a tear from your cheek as it started falling
You stared at her for a while,"I-I miss him so much right now. If he was here..he would've made me feel better..but he's not. Because he's probably looking for a better girl then me. I don't deserve to be with Zayn..." You got up,"I'll be back,Eleanor. Tell the boys the same."
You threw your hair into a ponytail,clipping a black bow into your bun. You shaked your way into your Hollister sweats and put on a tank top. You stepped into your brown boots,heading out of the house. You knew it was cold,but you didn't care right now. You headed towards the train station. The tweets went through your mind once again...
...@VSpinkZayn you don't deserve to be with Zayn...
...@VSpinkZayn ur a whore...
...@VSpinkZayn ur pretty,but forreals..ur obviously using Zayn..
...@VSpinkZayn ur a pain in the 1d family's ass...
You waited patiently at the station. You heard the honking of the next train and felt the sun sparkling on your pale skin. You stood up,stepping onto the tracks.
"Zayn,I want you to know I've always loved you. Don't end up like me. This is a foolish mistake,but I let the hate get to me. Don't quit the band because of me. Just know I love you. I've always loved you. They never knew what we did best. They never knew what you did to my heart..I will always love you,Zayn" You muttered,shutting your eyes.
You heard the train approaching you. The honks became more frequent and louder. You held your hands at your side.
"I love you,Zayn" You mutttered as the impact of the train hit you.
Zayn waited at home,waiting for you to come home. Not knowing what had went wrong.
"Where is she?! Eleanor,she didn't tell you where she was going?" Zayn started screaming
Eleanor shook her head,"Zayn,calm do-"
Zayn's phone began ringing. He ran towards the phone,snatching it up quickly. He glanced at the number before answering.
"This is Zayn Malik. WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?!! SHE CAN'T BE GONE!" Zayn screamed into the phone
Zayn hung up the phone,throwing it at the wall. The tears were already streaming down his red face. He waited for the boys to come. He slouched to the floor,blinking.