Broken Crystals

When Crystal collapses in the middle of the road after another beating, headlights are the last thing she sees. She wakes up in a strange house, surrounded by five strange boys. She refuses to relax around them or be herself. But can the one Irish boy with the beautiful blue eyes show her what it means to be loved and fix her cracks?


68. Dear Diary


Crystal's POV

"What do you mean?" I ask softly, studying the side of Perrie's face in the low light coming from the screen. 
"He sent them," She replies, voice low. 
"Who's he?" I prod, eyes flickering over to the TV. 
"Tyler." The way she says his name suggests she's said it a thousand times before, but she hated saying it. She walks backwards and slowly slumps down on to the sofa, burying her face in her hands. I sit down beside her, keeping my eyes down.
"Is he the boy in the video?" She nods in response.
"Why would he send that?" I ask her and she drags her hands down her face tensely, before looking up at the screen. 
"He… We…" She takes in a long, deep breath. 
"We were together for about four years. He was my first and only other boyfriend aside from Zayn. He made me feel special… Different. Like I was the only one in a room crowded full of people. Everyone always said how they were jealous of our relationship… How it was perfect. But it wasn't," Her voice wavers.
"He was so… controlling. He wouldn't let me talk to any other boys, let alone be friends with them. I lost a lot of people because of him. But I pushed it to the back of my head and forgot about it; because of the way he made me feel. I convinced myself I loved him and he convinced me that he loved me. But if that was his idea of love then… I didn't ever want to be 'loved'. I was only allowed to wear certain clothes. Nothing too revealing unless I was alone with him. He made my life hell. But there was something that made me stay with him. Maybe it wasn't him in particular…" She frowns down at her hands in thought.

"But more like the things he said and the way he made me feel. When I auditioned for X-Factor he was ecstatic. He kept telling me how he believed in me and how I would do so well. When I got put with the girls I was over the moon, but he wasn't. He stopped talking to me. Then, I spent a lot of time away from home because of the competition and we didn't talk much. I presumed we were still together but… When we won he… He went off on one. He completely lost it. We were celebrating in my back garden back at home when he got so angry. He started smashing things and shouting, screaming… One of my mum's friend's had to drag him out of the garden by the collar." Perrie runs her hands through her hair before sighing again and continuing.

"We broke up and he stopped talking to me. But when I left home to be with the girls he… My mum would ring me and say how he would turn up at my house at early hours of the morning even though he knew that I wasn't there. It terrified my mum. In the end I changed my number, even moved houses. It all stopped and that's when me and Zayn went public with our relationship. I felt bad at first… scared of how Tyler would react. But… nothing. I didn't here from him for several months. One day I was out with El and I saw him sitting there in the window of a coffee shop. It was the coffee shop he would take me every Friday night. I remember watching as a young girl came and sat down opposite him and the two of them drank coffee, talked and laughed. I was glad to see that he had finally moved on." Her gaze lands on the envelopes.
"But I guess he didn't," 

Crystal's POV

"Morning," I chime, balancing Cee on my hip and opening the apartment door to reveal Susie and Harry hand in hand.
"Morning!" Susie sings back with a smile. I open the door further to allow them in, wandering back over to the kitchenette to make Calla's breakfast.
"You're post is here too," Harry tells me, placing a bundle of letters onto the counter. I turn and thank him; gasping under my breath at the sight of something buried in the pile.
A red envelope.
I hastily grab it, placing it into the back of my leggings and folding my t-shirt over the top. Calla reaches for it but I gently pry her hand away; handing her a bottle of milk instead. She takes it happily before pressing it to her plump lips. 
"Do you want me to take her whilst you go shower?" El asks me, walking over and stroking Cee's cheek gently.
"If you wouldn't mind," I reply. El shakes her head before taking Cee into her arms. I thank her before darting off down the hallway and into the bathroom; slamming the door shut behind me. I sit on the edge of the bath, my mind sinking back to the night I sat here and…
I shiver at the thought.
Pulling the envelope from the waistband of my leggings, I spin it around in my fingers several times. Should I open it? Or give it to Perrie? But I hated to see her so upset. She hadn't hardly spoken to anyone at all for the past two days. Zayn was still moping too; refusing to return home until the early hours of the morning according to Niall. I sigh and run my finger over the seam, breaking it. Inside were several sheets of paper. I take the first one and scan my eyes over it;

Dear Diary,

I don't know what to do anymore. I can't trust anyone. 
Zayn still hasn't tried to apologise or even talk to me. I wish he would. Didn't I?
See, I give up. I don't even know what's going on in my own life anymore let alone my boyfriend's. 
Crystal says I should go see Zayn but I can't bring myself too. I still haven't gotten over what he's done.
What can't h-

The writing finishes there; the paper torn at the bottom. Slowly, I pull out the other sheets. The rest were also diary entries but they seemed to be from a while ago. 

Dear Diary,

Tyler took me out again for dinner last night; it was so sweet. Candles and everything. Lily keeps saying how she's jealous of our relationship; If I was someone else I would be too. Everything just seems to be… right when I'm around him.

Dear Diary,

Me and Tyler went to the fair today. He won a giant teddy for me and carried it around on his shoulders the whole way. It's so cute! With a little button nose and gleaming eyes; Tyler said he thinks it's what our children would look like. I can just imagine us… With our own little family. I can't wait to grow older. 

I snap my head up abruptly at the sound of someone knocking on the door.
"Crystal?" Niall's voice travels through the door; concern filling it. I stand and rush over to the door, unlocking and opening it. His eyes scan my body for any signs of danger before landing on the diary entries in my hands.
"What are you doing?" He asks, eyebrows drawn. I shake my head and whisper Perrie's name. He nods, understanding before bouncing a kiss from my lips. I softly close the door and place the letters on to the floor before getting unchanged and jumping into the hot water streaming from the shower; attempting to understand what was going on.

Tying my hair up, I slick on some make-up and unlock the door; stepping out into the hallway. The sound of the TV blares from the living room. My phone begins to vibrate in my pocket so I slip it out, unlocking the screen. Zayn.

I need to speak to you

I re-read the message several times before hesitantly tapping a reply.

I'll bring Cee over in five minutes

My phone vibrates almost immediately with a reply.

Thank you, Crystal.

Why was he even bothering wanting to talk to me? What could he possibly have to say? 

Zayn's POV

Opening the front door, Crystal steps through; Calla on her hip. 
"Hey," I say softly but she doesn't reply, just marches off into the kitchen. I follow after her and she takes a seat on one of the bar stools. Slowly I wander over to the other side of the counter and lean against it, crossing my arms across my chest.
"I didn't do it," I state. She shakes her head slowly, drawing in a sharp breath.
"Then please enlighten me with your excuse," She retorts; green eyes narrowed at me.
"I didn't, I would never do anything like that to Perrie. Crystal, come on. You have to trust that I wouldn't do anything like that." I hold her gaze as she stares me down.
"But those messages were on your phone," The muscles in her jaw flex as she grits her teeth.
"I didn't send them!" I shout, suddenly remembering Cee sitting on her lap. I soften my voice.
"I didn't do it, Crystal." I say, begging her with my eyes to understand.
"I wish I could believe you Zayn…" She sighs.
"But I can't,"
"Why not?" I demand.
"I have no proof," She replies, her eyes sad as she holds my gaze.
"look, Crystal. If I did do it I would own up and tell you right this moment. But I'm not, because I didn't do it!" Anger takes over her face at my words; her eyes becoming darker.
"Goodbye, Zayn." She says harshly before gathering Calla into her arms and storming out of the door. Cursing, I swing my fist at the glasses on the side; watching as they crash and litter the floor in several pieces. 
"Zayn, woah!" Louis calls, rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen at the horrible sound as the glass came in contact with the tiled floor.
"What are you doing?" He asks, looking at the glass then at me; eyes wide.
"I need to go," I grumble, pushing past him and slamming the door behind me; the echo of my name from his lips the last thing I hear.


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