I'm Trying To Be OK

Amber has worked hard to provide a great life for her little sister, Lily. When their father experiences a painful -and unexpected- death, their mother decides to choose a different life. Therefore, Amber is given no other choice other than to begin raising 3 year old Lily by herself at the age of just 16. Now Lily is going to be 5 years old and has become a big fan of One Direction, When Amber finally sets aside enough money to score tickets to a concert, the boys become very interested to know more about them. Their lives instantly change into something better than anything they could have ever imagined. Find out what happens throughout their journey of love, trust, risks, and happiness.


28. I Have To Go

I crouched down and gripped onto the bars or the railing as I sobbed wildly. I wiped my nose with my arm and reached into my pocket to find a cigarette. Zayn's lighter was placed next to the ashtray on a small table beside me. I watched as the stick began to glow and relaxed my nerves while I took the first drag. I rolled my eyes when I heard the door behind me slide open. I sniffled as I violently wiped the evidence of tears from my face. My senses received the smell of smoke and I slowly closed my eyes when I began felt his presence behind me. He sighed without saying a word while I sucked in another drag. I let it flow out of my nose and fake coughed as I felt more tears at the rim of my orbs. I pursed my lips and turned my head because I felt his eyes on me.

My wet hair blew in the wind, causing me to shiver. "You're going to get sick." He huffed, coming closer. I scratched my knee with my fingernail and placed the cigarette in my mouth with frustration. I shook my head and looked across the road at a couple of guys with cameras. Tears gushed down my cheeks and I tried not whimper. Zayn placed his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off, then stared at him coldly. "Amber..." I took another drag from the tiny stub and tossed it in the tray next to me. I blew the smoke in his face and he smirked. I stood up and he reached out to wipe my tears but I smacked his hand away and walked towards the door. He grabbed my wrist and I weakly turned to him as the pain traveled through my veins. I looked at him with my mouth opened and whimpered at his cruel touch. 

"That hurts." I said breathlessly, remembering Noah and the way he used to hurt me. Maybe Zayn was no different. He realized that he was hurting me and let go with a sincere look on his face. I pushed him against the railing and he held my waist. His fingers twisted the end of my shirt and I wriggled out of his grip. I went inside and he followed. At that point I had had about enough of him. He called after me as I speed walked down the hallway. I entered the living area where each of the boys sat with the same girls they'd been with last night. I smiled at them uncomfortably but when Zayn caught up to me, my grin had disappeared.

"We need to talk about this." He said attempting to catch my arm. I prevented it by moving away swiftly and whipped around to him so that our noses almost touched.

"There's nothing to talk about. I have to go. Don't follow me." I said simply. His frown remained on his face as I slammed the front door and rushed down to the lobby, unaware of where I was headed.  

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