Dakota and Declan have been friends for a while and ever since Dakota moved to England all contact has been lost. When Dakota moves to London she bumps into a person she really wouldn't want to be embarrassed in front of. But as soon they are seen next to each other the tabloids and paparazzi are on the case. Will it become more than a friendship or will they never want to meet each other again?


6. What should I do

I didn't want to text them or for them to text me. I mean like why would they want to talk to me anyways? I hear the doorbell ring. I went to answer it. It was Zayn. He brought my medication. "Hey how can I help you?" He asked. I bit my lip and said "Just hand me the meds?!" I grabbed them out of his hands and beckoned him to come in. It was late. "Hey uh. Since the boys left and stuff , you could just stay here for the night you know." I then stuck a spoon full of ice cream in my mouth. "Ok sure. Wait. Where ARE you're parents anyways?" He said concerned. "Biznress twip" I spit out the ice cream. "Business trip" Zayn looked at me awkwardly and I bit my lip. "Not very lady like I know but if you wanted me to answer that question, well yeah." We both burst out laughing. "You can pick any room besides mine, the living room, kitchen, bathroom and office to sleep in. Have a nice night" I walked over to the linen closet and pulled out a thick blanket, pillow and spare toothbrush and handed it to Zayn. "So uh where you gonna stay?" I asked. "Spare?" "Right this way sir" I led him to the spare room. "Knock on my door if you need anything and oh I better give you the key. I'm gonna be gone at 7:00 am." I ran downstairs and grabbe ethe spare key and ran back up. "When you leave make sure to tuck it into the birdhouse ok?" It was a weird place but no one would guess where the keys were. "Gotcha" I told him where the bathroom was and all that kind of stuff. I walked into my room, shut the door, and plopped onto my bed. "Life can be so cruel because there's so many rules." I repeated it over and over and heard a knock on the door. I peeked out and it wasn't Zayn. I don't even know who it was. The person pushed the door open and grabbed me by the neck. "HELP. HELP. HELP. SOMEONE PLEASE HELP. AHHHHHHH." Zayn bursted out of the room with waht appeared to be a pocket knife. "And who's this?" The intruder spat. "Who are you?" Zayn hissed. "It's... HARRY" no way. Zayn. I'm going to rip your guts out if its the last thing I do. "What the hell was that? Some kind of sickening joke?! Well listen if you think if this is funny then you can just get out of my house. Ok?" I stared at them hard and walked into my room. I slammed the door and started crying. "I'm tired of this crap everyday. I should just die like most people want me to. No one cares. My parents are on a business trip because they need to get away from they're obnoxious daughter. I don't have any friends because all of them are jerks. I hate life." I cried and cried until my cheeks were red. "Hey uh, Dakota?" It was Harry. "Get out. I need to do something" I hissed angrily. "Then do it!! I'm not trying to stop you." Wow is this what he really wants? I pulled a knife out of my drawer and turned it in my hand. Studying it sharply. "It's going to end. My pain is almost gone. All the haters will be long gone." I sang. "No don't do this. I didn't mean it like that. Please." I won't believe this. I pressed the knife to my wrist and cut one line. "This one is for my family" I cut another line. "This is for Declan" I cut the last line. "This is for people like you" I smiled at Harry. He screamed and called Zayn. "Nothing is going to work. The minute you call 911 I. Will. Be. Dead." "I won't let that happen" yelled Zayn. "Get the phone Harry and a clean towel from the closet" Harry ran to the office and dialed 911. As he had the phone pressed to his ear he ran to the closet and pulled out a towel. He gave the details to the operator while running back to Zayn. "Here." He hung up the phone. "Why would you want to do this Dakota?" Said Zayn. "Because of jerks like you." "Give me the towel" Zayn wrapped the towel around my cuts and knotted it. He pressed down a bit. I grunted in pain. I heard the door. It wants burst open so I guess it was unlocked. The paramedics came upstairs and lifted me onto a stretched. Two officers stayed behind and asked Zayn and Harry some questions. I texted Liam. He was the only one I trusted right now. We got to the hospital and they put me to sleep. When I woke up Liam was there. He had just came in.   

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