Money & a Kiss

Autumn Moore is an 18 year old girl who isn't anything out of the ordinary, she's one of the popular's on the outside but on the inside she is extremely fragile.
Can one dare from her 'Friends" change her life?
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17. What Did I Do? - Written By Pick n' Mix x

Autumn's POV

I sat curled up in the arm chair, a blanket wrapped up around me and dried tears staining my face. Why was my life so bloody unfair?

Was I born with a curse or something? Because too many things were going wrong with my life.

How had I even landed myself in this situation?

I had got hit on the head by a football; a random celebrity stayed at my house; the most precious thing in my house breaking; my parents leaving without a word; the bastard of a celebrity bringing the rest of his 'clan' around to my house; the house nearly set on fire; being bullied at school and then feeling like shit after kicking some people out of my house.

This was something out of a horrid nightmare.

Shivering as a strong breeze came through the drafts, I pulled the blanket over me tightly. I sipped on some hot chocolate I had made myself and closed my eyes tightly.

Being as rich as I was (note the sarcasm) I couldn't afford running a tv or most electrical equipment so I only had the stove, some other kitchen appliances and my phone charger. The necessities.

But I had to lay low. I was seventeen, soon to be eighteen in another month and then I would be able to live by myself as an 'adult' but for now, no one knew (apart from the boys) that I was living alone.

My slight snooze got interrupted by some rattling on the door. Glancing at my half-broken watch hung loosely on my wrist, I checked the time.

9:46 pm.

Who was at the door at this time?

Cursing under my breath and praying to whoever was upstairs that whoever was at the door wasn't some serial killer, I grasped the handle of the door and slowly pulled it open.

My mouth nearly plummeted down to the ground as my eyes recognised the figure standing in front of me.

"What do you want?" I asked icily.

The figure in front of me was drenched as the rain continued to pour down. Yes, Mother Nature had decided to have a mental breakdown and pour rain down.

His hair was messy and wet, his eyes forlorn yet glistening with water.

"Please. I promise, I just need to explain. Please just let me in," he begged. I shook my head at him, how could he just come back like this?

"Please. As soon as I have finished, you can make me leave but I need to explain some things before everything gets out of control and you think I am just some complete douche," he explained.

"Too late," I muttered under my breath.

Breathing out, completely oblivious as to what I was going to do next, I glared at him. Then subconsciously stepped to the side, motioning him to enter the house.

"Wipe your shoes. I don't want the work that Miranda did to get messed up," I mumbled angrily, hopefully getting my point across.

He sighed but wiped his shoes obediently and then walked towards my set of chairs. Raising my eyebrow as he stood there awkwardly, I muttered," you can sit down." He flashed me a smile and then sat down in a chair next to the one I had been previously sitting in.

I sat down in my seat and stared at him, trying to figure out to why he was here.

He breathed in and gulped slightly before his mouth opened and the words came out.

"I'm a douche. I know it and I know you think I am. Miranda... Well, I felt bad. Yeah, I know, your surprised," he said, chuckling almost at my shocked expression," but I really felt bad and still do. We made a mess of your house, we took advantages and I really should have asked you beforehand and overall I shouldn't have done any of those things. I got Miranda in to clear up a bit, I was expecting you to come home earlier so I wanted things to be amazing, clean and spotless for when you came home. I guess I just wasn't expecting you to be in er, such a bad mood when you got home. I know I mainly caused your mood and for that too, I am greatly sorry. Anyway, I wanted to come and explain and to show that I am not a real douche bag as everyone thinks I am."

His words got my breath to hitch in my throat and I almost felt guilty seeing his sullen expression etched onto every part of his face. But although I was yearning to say something, my mouth just wasn't cooperating and my lips stayed firmly shut.

He gulped and started to speak again.

"But er, before you send me out. I have something to give to you," he said hurriedly," one sec."

He disappeared out the door but soon came back in holding something in his hands which nearly made my eyes pop out.

"Z-Zayn... What... I don't understand," I stuttered. Zayn was holding the vase. The vase that he had broken. He had got it fixed.

That cheeky bastard.

He smiled sheepishly and passed it to me carefully, my fingers sparking as I felt the cool glass against my skin.

"When you were at school, I erm, took the bag of glass I gave to you out of your room and got it fixed this evening. I have been so horrible to you and stuff, I thought this was the least I could do."

The urge to go and hug the shit out of him was pulsing rapidly through my veins but with every muscle in my body, I fought it. He was still a douche bag.

"Thank you Zayn. You have... You have no idea how much this means to me," I breathed. He smiled again but it didn't reach his eyes.

"So I guess you are going to kick me out now," he said sadly. Feeling a lump in my throat, I shook my head and motioned him to sit back down.

"Sit and I will go get you some tea. You look like you need something warm." He was still as wet as a fish and I almost felt guilty but quickly shook it off as I rushed into the kitchen to make the tea.

Tossing the spoon into the sink, I took hold of the steaming mug of tea and walked carefully through to the sitting room.

Zayn was sitting there, his head in his hands but his head directed forwards instead of downwards. His eyes were distant and I knew he was in deep thought, far, far away.

I placed the tea down on the table, not daring to utter a word.

"If only they knew," he whispered," if only they knew what I go through. Every day. Some sort of abuse. My family hate me, my friends hate me. Why did I have to go through this?"

I didn't say a word, confused as to whether he was talking to me or didn't even know I was in the room.

"No one will understand. No one knows what it's like. They think I have the high life being a celebrity but if only it was that easy."

A tear trickled down his cheek and without noticing it myself, my hand crept over to his and took it gently.

Zayn's eyes flashed but he carried on.

"My family hate me! Each and every one of them. I just don't understand. It's like I failed them when I tried so hard to prove to them that I could make it this far! Well I have! Look! Yet they seem to now not think of me as their own child. What did I do?"

His voice was getting louder at each word, my grip around his hand tightening and my body moving ever closer to him each second.

He was now next to me, bodies touching yet he was so far away that he didn't notice. My breath had stopped for what seemed hours and even though I wanted to, I couldn't pull my hand away.

"What did I do?" he shouted.

"Ssh, it will be alright," I whispered gently, my senses starting to come back to me. His eyes flickered and then gazed down on me. Something unrecognisable flashed through his eyes before he shook me off.

Shocked at the sudden movement, I flopped down onto the arm chair as he rose.

"Leave me alone," he growled," you don't know me so don't comfort me. You will never know me."

With one last glare, he stormed out the room, leaving me, the vase and a now cold cup of tea.

What did I do?


Long chappie :) I hope you liked it and you got to see a bit of 'nice' Zayn so dats good :)

Seeing as El is on holiday, there will be about 2 or 3 more updates before 5th September coz that's when we go back to school :( but from then on, we will be updating as usual :)

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