Trouble Maker (Finished)

Zayn is a player. Hazel is a innocent girl. When Hazel falls in love with Zayn, she is afraid he will play her just like he did the others. Will he stand by her? Or will he betray her like he did before?


22. Took A Wrong Turn

My eyes felt heavy but I forced them open. I looked around me and discovered I was in a bedroom; that wasn't my own. I got up and inspected the room. It looked exactly like Sophie's. I don't remember falling asleep here. I walked into the living room to find Sophie making breakfast.

"Hi Sophie." I said sleepily.

"Oh, hey Hazel. Sleep well?" She asked, putting waffles in the toaster.

"Yeah. How did I get in there. I don't remember falling asleep here." I said. She turned to me and made a weird face but quickly changed it to a smile.

"You just fell asleep on the couch and I moved you to my room." She said. The waffles popped out of the oven and made me jump a little. She went and two of the four on a plate, and the other two on another. She put syrup on both of the plates and gave one to me. 

"Thanks. I'm starving." I laughed. Her face turned serious. She never looked this way.

"I'm worried for you Hazel." She informed me. I didn't understand what she meant.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She looked into my eyes. I knew she was serious about whatever she was concerned about.

"I don't know if Zayn is the right guy for you. Maybe you should cut him out of your life completely. Not even be friends." She said. I was in shock. What makes her think that I would even talk to him ever again?
"Why do you think I would even talk to him ever again?" I said. My voice grew louder, I knew she was startled.

"You where mumbling his name last night. Like you anted him to lie next to you and comfort you. It was kind of like a desperate cry for him. I don't know, do you still love him?" She said all in one breath. She looked at me, her eyes were filled with concern and doubt.

"I don't know. I miss him but at the same time I don't want to talk to him ever again because of how he betrayed me with Ashlyn." I said, my eyes tearing up. I know she noticed because she pulled me into a hug.

"You're going to be OK. I'll be here for you, always." She said. Her voice was gentle and friendly.

"Thanks Sophie. I'm glad that you're my friend." I said. We pulled away from the hug. Her eyes went wide and I got scared for a moment.

"Um.....Sophie? Why are your eyes like that?" I asked. She looked me straight in the face.

"Show me your wrists." She said, in a demanding voice. Oh no.

"Um.." I said. I put my hands behind my back before she could grab them.

"Now, show me them now, Hazel." She said, her voice was getting louder. I knew she would force me to anyway, so I held them out to her. She put them on her face and started to cry.

"You said you would quit! I thought you wouldn't do this anymore! You promised!" She said. She caused me to cry to. It was true, I did tell her I would stop cutting. I started again the day after me and Zayn broke up. I have been stressed lately and I couldn't help it.

"You are so much better than this! You need to stop!" She said, wiping her eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry. I promised to stop and I didn't. I wish I didn't start again but I have been stressed and really depressed since Zayn betrayed me like that." I said, wiping my eyes as well. I felt so guilty for doing this after I promised I would stop. I knew she was concerned I would kill myself. After all, I tried that a few times already.

"You need to stop before this gets serious." She said. I knew she was right. I was going to respond, but then my phone rang. I took it out of my pocket. It was Zayn.

Zayn: Please come outside. I need to talk to you.

The text message made me concerned. I didn't want to see him, but at the same time I missed him. Sophie looked at me, I showed her the message.

"You should go out there. If he needs to say something it's most likely he will want you back, but you need to tell him to get out of your life." She said, pointing to the door.

"OK, I'm going to go. But I'm not going to like it." I said, getting up and opening the front door. I couldn't see Zayn so I walked out into the parking lot. He was standing by his car.

"Hazel! Over here!" He screamed, waving. Oh wow, how classy I can see him he doesn't have to wave and scream. I walked over to him and stood about 4 feet away from him and crossed my arms.

"Why did you call me out here. I never want to see you again." I said, angrily. I wanted to slap him in the face, but at the same time, I didn't. I don't know why I like him so much, he is a bitch I should never even look at him again, but I want to be with him, too. I am a mess.

"I wanted to talk to you" He said, awkwardly. He started to shuffle his feet and put his hands in and out of his pockets.

"What about us. You are with Ashlyn, remember?" I said. I was still angry and hell was about to break loose. I didn't want to make a scene, though.

"No, I broke with her. I didn't want to be with her anyway. She forced me. She said if I didn't, then she would hurt you. And the baby." He said. Why didn't he tell me that before?!

"What the hell is that? She is crazy, she must have rubbed some of it onto you when you were knocking her up all summer." I said. I felt so accomplished, that was a good burn.

"Listen, I don't like her. I love you, Hazel. I want us to be together, forever. I don't even want to see Ashlyn ever again. I just didn't want her to hurt you so I went along with it." He said. I was going to cry. I didn't know what to think of this. He really does love me and wants us to be together. He was trying to protect me and our baby.

"Oh my god...Zayn I can't even..I love you too." I said. He grabbed me and hugged me. I didn't pull away.

"Hazel, I love you and I want us to be together forever." Zayn said. He went down on one knee, and pulled a ring out of his pocket. I looked at him and started to cry. I didn't know what to think.

"Hazel? Will you marry me?" He asked. OH. MY. GOSH.

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