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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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16. Chapter 16.

Kait's POV

I slowly stir as Zayn's voice wakes me. "Kait," he says, shaking my shoulders. "Kait, wake up."

I slowly drag myself to a sitting position. "What?" I snap.

"How did Harry break his ankle?"

"He um, he kicked the wall," I say, looking at my intertwined hands.

"Oh.. well there is someone here to meet you."

I lift my head up to look at him. He is smiling from ear to ear. Wow, this must be important.

"Okay."

I shoo him out of my room and lock the door. I walk into my en-suite bathroom, turning on the water for the shower. I strip myself and look at my reflection in the mirror. The scars that are still on my arm from weeks ago are slowly fading, however, the bruises that mark my body are still fresh. I bring my hand up to my hip, gently poking the bruises that occupies its space before wincing. I step underneath the hot water, allowing it to trickle down my skin. He's back, I smile. He's back to who he used to be. As my thoughts fade away, I wash my hair and body and step out, wrapping a towel around my body.

I walk into my closet and dig through all the clothes until landing a pair of high-waist denim shorts, a black crop top, and a pair of black ankle combat boots. I pull on all of the items and brush through my dark purple hair, removing all the knots and tangles. I pull my hair into a messy bun before brushing my teeth and putting on some deoderate. I smile at my reflection and run down the stairs.

I stop as I reach the bottom step, noticing an unknown man sitting next to my brother.

"Kait!" he exclaims as he notices me.

I awkwardly smile and make my way into the room. "Hi," I say.

"Kaitlynn," Zayn begins as he helps me sit down on the couch beside him. "This is Isaac, my producer." I give Isaac a polite small. "He wants to sign you on with the record label." I look at both of the guys in shock. What the hell am I supposed to sing about?

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