Darkness//Z.M

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Mia's POV:

As soon as I get home, I try to un-jumble my mind but nothing seems to work. My parents seem to not be home right now and I feel more alone then I ever have. One of my best friends...he...he used me.

I run my fingers through my hair as I let out a shaky breath, my eyes wandering over the items in my room.

I bite on my lip to stop the tears from falling from my eyes, but all it results in is my mouth bleeding and more tears. With my lip quivering, my eyes land on my bluetooth radio and I connect my phone to it. I put my playlist on shuffle and my whole body shakes in rage as side by side plays by Ariana Grande and Niki Minaj.

Before my mind can catch up with my feet, I'm over by my desk and I throw everything off. My mind eases a bit more and I feel some anger leave my
body. I stomp over to my dresser and I pick up my school papers and shove them to the ground. I then pick up my lamp and chuck it at the wall angrily.

My hands find my comforter and I tear it off, only leaving my pillows. With much force, I chuck my pillows at my wall. I step away from my bed and I stand in the middle of the storm. I look over the damage I have done and fall to the ground, starting to pick my room back up before my parents get home. I shuffle up my papers and go to put them back on my dresser but my legs have seemed to have stopped working.

Tears fall out of my eyes as I realize what I've done. As I realize how much pain I have allowed myself to bottle up.

Sobs escape my mouth and my face feels hot as I shove my face into my hands. My mind turns back to Harry and his stupid smile everytime he ever saw me. Everytime he helped me with French. The time he held my hand...the time we had dinner together. Every moment we ever shared together meant nothing to him.

I close my swollen eyes and suddenly let all my emotions out. My body shakes as I let out a scream, the loudest I've ever screamed. And I don't stop immedietaly. I scream until it feels good, until all the anger and rage is gone.

"God, I'm a mess." I whisper to myself, wiping my eyes.

Behind me, I hear movement. I turn around and my eyes widen when I see Zayn standing there stunned with food in his hands. "Mia...baby. Are you okay?" I turn away from him, the tears returning. "Please, talk to me."

"God, Zayn...it hurts..."

"What hurts?" He asks.

"Everything." I cry, my heart warming at his arms wrapping around me.

"What happened?"

I tell him everything. Everything I've kept bottled up for the longest time...and I feel better. I feel better knowing he genuinely cares.

"I just...he meant a lot to me."

Zayn nods, "I know."

"Will it ever get better?" I ask, leaning my head onto his chest.