A Twist of Fate (1D series - Book one)

A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Thirty-six

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” ~ Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol.9: The Kindly Ones

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A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Thirty-six

With my phone still in my hand, I walked over to grab my Ipad. I needed to verify the authenticity of the picture. After all, Val got it out of Twitter. It could be some prankster out having fun.

I logged on to the web entertainment news. The picture was all over the news. There were comments like, 'Zayn's fling?','Zayn's got a new girlfriend?', 'Had Zayn broke off with Jo Andrews?' and there was even one which commented that the girl in the picture might even be me.
 
Too many distortions. I had to clarify it.
 
I turned and took a look at Zayn's sleeping form. It hurt too much now to look at him. I was glad he was still sleeping. I did not want to talk to him at this moment.
 
I stepped out of my room and headed for the VIP lounge. The person I was looking for was there. How lucky could I get.
 
I walked towards him.

"Did you know about this?" I handed him my phone showing the picture which
Val had sent me.
 
He gasped and his face turned white.
 
"Did you know about this?" I asked again, quietly.
 
"Where did you get this picture?"
 
"Liam," I said, trying to keep calm. "I had asked you a question."
 
"I don't know how it happened..." He muttered.
 
"So, it is true..."
 
"Where did you get the picture?"
 
"It was all over the web. Do you think you could keep it from me?"
 
"Jo," he said. "They were all drunk. They didn't know what they were doing.
I doubt he would remember it when he wakes up."
 
"Did he sleep with her?" I feared the answer but I needed to know.
 
"Of course not!" Liam exclaimed. "I pulled him off her as soon as I saw
them."
 
"Who's the girl?"
 
"I have no idea. I think it's some random model we met at the pub. She was
also dead drunk."
 
I was surprised I managed to keep my cool.
 
"Jo," Liam came over to me for I was still standing there.
 
"Please," he pleaded. "He didn't know what he was doing. He was drunk."
 
"He may be drunk," I said. "But that doesn't mean he can go around grabbing
other women's breasts! And who knows one day he might end up in bed with
them!"
 
"Jo..."
 
I stepped backwards.
 
"Where are you going?"
 
"I want to be alone."
 
"Jo..."
 
"Just leave me alone."

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I had no one to turn to. Suddenly, I did not want anybody at all. Not even
Colin. I knew Zayn was drunk and there were so many things one would do
when he got drunk. But I still could not bring myself to forgive him. The
image of him kissing another girl was beyond what I could handle, not to
say his other action.
 
I needed a walk.
 
Whenever I felt low, I loved to gorge myself on food. Food always made me
feel better afterwards. And of course, I would find myself gaining a few
more kilos. But who cares.
 
The elevator opened to the lobby level and I stepped out via the revolving
door. If I had a little more attention to my surroundings, I would have
turn back. But since I was so preoccupied, I only noticed it when I stepped
out of the hotel.
 
Cameras started flashing non-stop and a group of reporters rushed forward
to me holding their microphones, with their cameramen trailing behind.
 
"Did you broke up with Zayn Malik?"
 
"Was the girl in the picture you?"
 
"Were you there at the pub?"
 
"Do you know the girl?"
 
"Where's Zayn Malik?"
 
A whole load of questions were thrown at me and the microphones shoved at
me. The overwhelming crowd took me by surprise and I was too stunned even
to utter a word. I had never deal with such things before. At that instant,
I hated him. I hated him for putting me through this nonsense.
 
In my midst of confusion, I felt an arm wrapped itself around me and he
spoke in an authoritative voice.
 
"Whoa, you guys are scaring the poor soul," he joked. "I think it's better
you stay indoor today." I heard him whispered into my ear.
 
I nodded and followed as he led me back into the hotel.
 
Until I was away from the crowd, I took a look at who had rescued me. By
now, the hotel security had managed to block off the media.
 
"Brick..."