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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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14. Chapter 14.

"Okay... open," Zayn says as he removes his hands from covering my eyes. I gasp. I run into my room and plop onto the king-sized bed. What have these boys done for me? "Do you like it?" I nod vigouriously. I love it. Never in a million years did I expect something so huge from the boys. "Okay, well I've got to go now, but I'll be back later. Love you."

I watch as Harry makes his way to my bed, sitting on the edge. "You know, it took a lot for us to do this."

"Yeah?" My eyes wander around the room, observing all its new features.

The walls are painted an aqua blue color. There is an icecream bench and bean-bags in front of a 40" plasma. The king-sized bed has soft quilted duvets that are pink, aqua blue, and lime green. The floor is wooden. This is so perfect.


I look over at him and smile, making him return the favor. I can't believe that they did all this. Harry starts to lean in, closing his eyes, and I do also.

"Harry?!" Zayn yells from downstairs, making us both pull away.

"I better, uh, yeah.."

Zayn's POV

I pace back and forth in the living area, thinking of what Harry and Kait could possibly be talking about.. Even doing.. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts.

I can't believe that Harry and the lads had the nerve to do such a thing to my sister. They know how much she means to me, she's my princess. Why did she not tell me about this? Is it for that simple fact that she is my princess? Did she care too much about one of the lads to not see him hurt?

"Harry?!" I yell.

Seconds after, I hear footsteps rushing down the stairs and into my direction.

"Yes?" He asks me, confused.

I push him against the wall. "I want answers, and I want them now."

I watch as his eyes widen, showing the fear in every inch of them. "I-I already told you. Liam made me."

I slam him into the wall again. "That isn't good enough for me."

"O-okay, okay. I'll tell you."

I release my grip on him and let him explain everything to me. By the time he finishes explaining, I cannot control the anger that has boiled up inside me. Yes, I'm angry at Harry, but not as angry as I am with Liam. That's my fucking sister. I slam my fists into the wall and storm out of the house, to the car, ignoring the yells of my name from behind.

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