Taken(A One Direction FanFiction)

Katherine Cole and Zayn Malik have been good friends for a long time, both liking each other. But when Katherine moves to California she falls in love again. And well Zayn has gotten busy with his big success in the band One Direction. One day Katherine's best friend Lily takes her out to a signing in L.A. What will happen when Katherine and Zayn meet again? Will Katherine dump her new boyfriend and run after Zayn? Or will she stay with her other love?
**Sequel is out: Back For You** (thanks for reading guys!)


29. Hatred

Katherine’s P.O.V.
“I am never going to drink again!” I said. I overdid the drinking again last night and was done with alcohol. I was sitting in a small room with the guys. We were at a studio in London and the boys were going to go get interviewed at any minute. These boys are needed everywhere!

We were in the middle of talking about the concert and the party afterwards. They were started to tease me about drinking and I was getting embarrassed. We still haven’t gotten a chance to go back to their flat and relax. Zayn had told me he had his birthday presents back there. I don’t think I will be getting them anytime soon.

“We’re just messing with you.” Niall said grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl in front of him. I rolled my eyes and put my head on Zayn’s shoulder.

“So when are you guys having another day off?” I asked them.

Liam shrugged, “Maybe in a couple days. We’ve got a few performances here and there and another photo shoot.”

“You guys are really busy.” I sighed. I was hoping that Zayn and I could maybe hang out more when coming here. I thought that maybe we could have gone to see some more old friends. I should have realized that they were going to be very busy. I’m kind of getting home sick-even though I’m technically home. I miss Lily and Adam. I wonder how Ryan’s doing… Or if he even misses me. I haven’t talked to him after what happened and I even hadn’t gotten a full conversation with Lily. I began staring at Harry in thought.

“Katherine?” Harry asked and I stopped thinking and looked away.

“Sorry I was just thinking.”

“What were you thinking about?” Zayn asked softly.

“Nothing.” I said taking out my phone and began playing Temple Run.

“C’mon what is it?” Zayn asked. He began tickling me. He tickled my knees and my stomach. I started laughing and kicking around. I tried to stop him but he continued to tickle me. My phone flew right out of my hands and onto the ground.

Zayn stopped tickling me and reached over me and took the phone. I looked at it, examining for any scratches. I sat up and looked. The corner of the phone was cracked a little, but the phone still worked.

“If it still works, I’m okay.” I said taking the phone and putting it into my pocket.

“Alright. Sorry about that.” Zayn said.

We heard a knock on the door and a woman with glasses came in, “You guys are on in a two minutes. Let’s go.”

Zayn and I held hands and we walked out the room and down the hallway. The boys were taken someplace else. One member of the crew took me to a seating area filled with girls sitting there. I was placed up front, probably Zayn asked for that to happen. I sat there in between two chatty girls. One of them looked about my age and was very pretty. The other had an American accent and had red hair. The minute I sat there they gave me extremely mean looks.

The crew people were still fixing everything so I sat there looking at my lap. I heard my name a few times behind me and tried to ignore it. I hoped they were talking good stuff about me. The red haired girl started talking to me.

“So are you that girl that Zayn is dating?” She asked in a mean tone.

I gave a small smile, “Yes that’s me…”

“Get a life you bitch and don’t go all slut dating him.” She said rudely. My heart throbbed and I felt really weak.

“What?” I asked hurt. The girl to the other side of me leaned in. She seemed pretty nice looking, maybe she would be nice to me.

“Don’t talk to her.” She said. I was relived she said that.

“We don’t talk to fat ass girls like her.” She said. The red hair girl began laughing and I sat there completely silent. Fat?

“What the hell does Zayn see in you? You are a-“ The red hair girl began saying but she stopped when the all intercom said that they are live. I was glad it stopped her from talking. The guys came out and all the girls-except me- stood up and screamed for them. The boys waved and took their seats on the comfy orange sofas placed there.  As they took their seat Zayn looked over at me and gave me a little wink. I heard one of the girls mumble something. I smiled and gave a little wave.

“Well hello there boys!” The lady host greeted. The interview began. About fifteen minutes through the interview I began getting more hate from the girls. Now it was girls from behind me. Two of them had favored Zayn and Harry the most. Their t-shirts had their faces on it. One of those two girls a piece of paper at the back of my head. I didn’t care. I continued to watch them get interviewed. They snickered and I was getting annoyed now.

“Zayn is so fit. You’re not even close to fit.” The girl behind me said to me. I sighed and continued to watch the interview. Why the heck did they place me here?

They started kicking my chair and I finally turned around and faced them, “Stop please.” I turned back around and they continued to do kick it again.

“I still don’t understand what he sees in her?” The red hair girl said loud enough for me to here. She was talking to the girls behind me. I was beginning to get angry. I clenched my fists.

The other girl next to me saw my fists and joined the girls behind me, “Guys watch out, the beast is going to attack.”

“Would you cut it out?” I yelled too loud. The around me stared at me and I was shushed. I turned back around and the guys were looking at me. Harry whispered something into Zayn’s ear. I crossed my arms and one of the producers came over to us.

“I need you girls to be quiet! They are in the middle of filming.” He said. The girls nodded and I rolled my eyes. He left and the girls began bullying again.

“You ugly girl. Leave him alone.” I heard someone from behind say to me.

“What a fat girl. Looks like an attractive monkey to me. I hope she dies.” I heard more. So much hate? I tried to ignore the ignorant comments but I continued to hear more and more. “That’s Zayn’s girlfriend? What a shame…”

The red head started commenting again. “You hear that? All those girls hate your ass. You should break up with him. He doesn’t deserve you. You’re an ugly worthless slut whore. Get your away from him as possible you whore. Go to hell.” She sneered at me.

That’s it. I was in tears now. I can’t take all this hate. My eyes were filled with tears. My cheeks were very red now. “Shut up!” I yelled at them. I got up crying and ran out of the room. I felt people stare at me. I bet they thought I was ugly and pathetic also. I ran past everyone and found the girls bathroom. I ran into the empty bathroom and slid down onto the ground against the wall. I covered my eyes and cried.

They called me a slut, a whore, and a fatass! A fat person! I thought I had that taken care of. I got up and went into the stalls of the toilet. They called me fat! I’m very insecure about my body. I was a little overweight in junior high. Then when I reached high school I learned something from the girls. And that something was throwing up. On purpose.

I made myself throw up for the first two and a half years of high school. I was bulimic. It worked, I lost weight. But I cannot do something like that. My parents found out and they helped me. I stopped. And now, it’s coming back. I need to do this.

I sat in front of the toilet seat thinking about the hate I just got and the tweets. I took my two fingers and stuck into my throat and began vomiting right into the toilet. Oh I hated it. It was the worst feeling. I did this for a couple minutes and then stopped.

I flushed all of my vomit and stood there. I wiped my eyes, but I had tears streaming back down. How could they hate me without even knowing me? I began crying realizing that I just did something bad to myself.

“Katherine!” I heard a voice call for me from the outside. I didn’t answer back. I didn’t want to talk to anyone after what I had done. I don’t want anyone to find out about this. I stayed quiet hoping the person would leave. I began wiping the tears and ruined make up away.

“Katherine?” I heard the voice again.

 I couldn’t make out who the voice was from. I heard the door swing wide open and someone walking in. I stayed in the bathroom stall. I was in the only closed stall so I think it was pretty obvious at where I was hiding in.

“Katherine?” It was Harry’s voice and he was knocking on the stall door. I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me.

“Katherine are in there,” Harry asked, “C’mon out and talk.”

“No…” I said softly.

Harry gave a sigh, “What happened?” He was leaning against the door of the stall.

“Nothing.” I said trying not to sound like I was crying. The stall door moved as Harry stopped leaning against it.

“Look just come out please…” Harry said. I stared at the toilet and crossed my arms. “You can’t hide in there forever Kat.” Harry pointed out.

He had a point. So I slowly unlocked the stall door and creaked open. Harry stood there with his hands in his pockets. The minute I saw him I started crying again. He took his hands out from his pocket and pulled me over for a hug. He patted my back and I cried into his shoulder.

“It’s alright.” He said gently patting my back.

I stopped crying and wiped the tears away. I was confused why he was here. “Why did you come here?”

“Because I noticed that something was wrong with you when you were sitting there. I came because I got out of the game the hosts had us play. I wanted to see if you were fine. Zayn’s worried. What happened?” Harry told me. I was glad that he cared and I was glad that it wasn’t Zayn who came in. I didn’t want him to find out about what had happened.

“It’s just the girls-they-they’re horrible!” I said half yelling.

“Shh. What did they say?” Harry asked. I leaned against the wall and played with my hair.

“They called me mean things. They called me a slut and that I shouldn’t be dating Zayn and that I’m ugly and fat and I-I couldn’t take it so I left. Why can they be so mean to me? They don’t know me. I thought they would support Zayn and I, but instead all I’ve been getting is hate! I can’t take it Harry. I thought maybe I could handle things like this but I can’t- I never could.” I finished looking down at the ground.

“You do realize you are nothing what those girls said you were. You’re a lovely girl, Katherine. You shouldn’t listen to them. I’ve dealt with this kind of stuff. I’ve seen so much hate coming towards me. It’s made me cry and even go to the point where I thought maybe I shouldn’t be in the band.  It really sucks to have people act like that towards you. But you’ve got to remind yourself that there are people that care about you. Don’t listen to these people. They enjoy being mean…it’s just them. Now why exactly did you come to bathroom of all places you can go and hide or wait at?” Harry ended with a suspicious tone.

“Nothing Harry…” I said avoiding eye contact. He came closer and I tried not to talk hoping he wouldn’t smell my awful breath now.

“Katherine…” Harry said. I continued to look away.

“Did you look at your shirt?” Harry asked pointing at the bottom of my shirt. I looked down at it and saw a medium sized stain. It was brownish and yellowish. I groaned knowing that he perceived what I did a couple minutes ago.

“Is it true that you made yourself vomit?” Harry asked concerned. He stared into my eyes.

“No…” I said but I was beginning to feel my eyes produce tears. I shook my head and the tears came out again.

“Katherine. Why would you do this? Please don’t hurt yourself.” Harry said.

“Don’t tell Zayn!” I said quickly.

“He should know about this Katherine. He could help you-“

“I don’t want help. Just please don’t tell Zayn. Please.” I pleaded.

“Alright. I won’t tell him, you will. He really loves you, you know. He cares.” Harry told me.

“I know.” I whispered. I walked over to get a paper towel. I looked myself in the mirror examining my stomach. I rub the makeup off me and tried to clean the stain off the bottom my shirt. It wouldn’t go so I zipped my jacket up and it covered my shirt.

Just then the restroom door opened and in came the red haired girl. Great… She stopped in her tracks and gave a tiny scream. “Harry!!” She ran to him and gave him a hug. I guess she didn’t care whether a guy with in the women’s bathroom. Harry looked at me and I cleared my throat.

The girl stopped hugging him and looked at me. She gave me a really dirty look. “What are you doing here? Cheating huh? You’re such a slut.” She said looking at both me and Harry.

“What did you call her?” Harry asked defensively.

The girl actually seemed to be frightened at the way he asked her that. “N-nothing.”

“Good answer. Don’t you talk to her like that. Let’s go Katherine. Zayn is worried about you.” Harry grabbed my arm and led my out of the bathroom.

“Idiot.” He said loud enough for the girl to hear right before the door closed. People stared at both of as we walked out. I guess it was because of Harry. Maybe because it was a boy coming out from the women’s bathroom? Or maybe cause it’s Harry Styles?

“Was that one of the girls?” Harry asked me. I nodded.

“It’s okay. She’s just envies you. Let’s go because I think I have to finish the interview. You can stand and watch us from the side behind the cameras if you want.” Harry offered.

“Okay.” I said. Harry began walking and I stopped him.

“Thank you for being there for me.” I said with a small smile.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s leave before anyone else saw me coming out from the girl’s bathroom.” Harry teased.

SORRY!! I've written anything for a while! So much work to do :P Anyway I hope you guys have a Happy Hanukkah for those who celebrate. I'll write some more soon I promise(: And plus winter break is coming up so I'll have time to write more and maybe finish. Well I'm off...I have a championship basketball game tomorrow, wish me luck!
Thanks for reading, Natasha

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