Lost

Chapter 32: Messed up

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Zayn's P.O.V.

Instead of heading to Claire's room, Zayn sat on the top step just to collect his thoughts. So much has happened the past couple of days and he was overwhelmed. Finally being home should have been the breather that he needed but instead, he found himself getting more and more agitated. Zayn took his phone out of his pocket and stared at the address. Was it genuine, or was she playing him for a fool?

In the hospital the other night, when she visited him unexpectedly, Zayn had to keep in mind that she was a female to restrain himself from attacking her.

"With due respect, get lost," Zayn said with all the politeness that he could muster.

"Oh, honey!" She had pouted her crimson painted lips. "Don't act like you did not miss me."

"Out!" Zayn jerked his head to the door. "Just get the f-"

"That intrusive Irish keeps butting in between us." She smiled, cutting him mid sentence. "I thought I'd pay you a visit to spend some quality time all alone."

Zayn was losing the little control that he had over himself. He gave her his back and poured himself some water, just to do something with his hands that were itching to throw a few punches.

"So." She stood up, her heals clicking on the shiny floor as she walked around the bed, "You are not trying to replace me, are you, babe?"

Zayn gritted his teeth.

"You have to have a place in my life to be replaced," he fumed, "and you don't!"

She flipped her straightened blond hair over her shoulder, her blue eyes narrowing at him menacingly as her smile turned more sly.

"Oh, stop being so -"

"Honest?" Zayn cut her, "Don't tell me just because I play all smiles and hugs in front of people you have told yourself it's all real."

Her nostrils flared. Dropping the act, she seethed.

"You know what? I don't even know why I bothered. You are so full of –"

"Save it!" Zayn glared at her. "You knew exactly what to expect when you pranced through that door like a mare. We are done. You are irrelevant. I may have left you alone, but that does not mean I'll let you play me anymore!"

She glowered at him, her eyes shooting daggers. A sly smile slowly spread across her face.

"Oh really?" she said slowly. "So the new distraction is keeping you busy?"

"Friendly advise, shut up," Zayn spoke through his teeth.

"Poor girl. Looks like that weakling couldn't deal with your shit at all," she mocked, "Already in a coma, huh?"

Zayn's grip on the glass tightened.    

"Don't say another word about her!" He warned her.

"What did you do to her? Won't last long, would she now? Such a desperate, weak, little bit-

"I said SHUT UP!"

Zayn's voice echoed around the room, as the glass hit the opposite wall and shattered into tiny pieces. She jumped back from him wide-eyed. The door flew open and revealing an alarmed, old nurse and a frantic Niall. His mouth hung open when he took in the scene while the nurse scurried away.

"What the hell happened here?!" Niall asked.

Zayn ignored him, his murderous glare fixed on the blond witch holding onto the side-table for support.