Am I in Love or is this a joke?

"I thought you cared about me. But you didn't. If you did, then you would never do this to me." I cried. Myrah...please.." "Don't Myrah me!" I left him. I thought I was his only one. But I was wrong. Wrong again...why didn't I listen to Niall?


7. Police station and we're stuck

We watched as Zayn was being dragged into the police car. "Uh, excuse me, but what police station would you be taking him?" "The Hudson Police Department. Where else?" The 1st cop shoved Zayn in the back while the 2nd one closes the door. "Hello pretty girl." Zayn waved at me. "We're definitely taking the test on him." Everyone became worried. "The only thing to do is to pick him up." Louis says. "Pick him up? Are you crazy Louis?" Harry screamed. "Hey, I can be his father." "Hmm." Rocky thought about it. "Okay. Let's do this." We drove to the police department. We looked through the windows. There he is, looking drunk still. They haven't made him a sober yet. "Ready Louis?" Niall asked nervously. "Yeah." "Don't bust this for us." Louis walks in. "Sir, I'm here to pick up my son, Zayn Malik." Louis said in a deep voice. "Why yes, you must be his father. Your son has been a bad boy. Going to a party and getting himself drunk. He should be ashamed of himself." "Young man, we are going to have a long lecture when we get home." We started to laugh. "Just sign these papers." Louis signs the paper under Zayn's father's name. "Good day Mr. Malik." "Young man, I'm very disappointed in you. You're grounded and are you insane? Getting drunk?!" When they finally came out, Zayn looked lost in his mind. "What was that all about?" "We gotta go." Niall says nervously. "My mom asked where am I. She's going to look for me if I don't get back soon." "Yeah, I got a similar phone call." Liam says. Harry went into the van and drives. Then the car stops. "Seriously, it stops." "Did you put gas in the tank Harry?" I asked. "Yeah, I don't know what happened." He says looking confused. "We have to call someone but who?" I asked frantically. "I know! Bambi!" Rocky screams. "Not her." Louis groans. "Come on Louis, she's not that bad." "It's not her reputation, it's her car." "Oh yeah, but we have no other choice. My cousin is waiting for me to get back home." "What about your parents?" I asked. "They're in the Bahamas. I guess they need to help some people there." Rocky shrugs. At least 10 minutes a ratty looking van comes our way. A girl came out. "Hello." I greeted. "Howdy y'all!" She exclaims. "How y'all been?" "We're doing fine until this happened." Liam points to the broken down car. "Oh, that nasty little varmint is one tough thing to fix." "Oh, so we have to take to a car shop?' Rocky asked. "Nah, just need to be looked at." She opens the car and started to cough. "Holy moly wacko moly. This van has an engine that's darn broken." Everyone groans. "Don't worry I'll take y'all home." "No thanks, it's fine, really." Louis started  "Come on Louie, we need a ride home." "Someone takes the front and the rest of y'all take the back." Rocky hastily ran to the front. The back was full of junk. We were squeezed into the back. "Sorry, mighty Zayn is huge." Bambi's ride was horrifying. The ride was bumpy and Louis hits his head on the roof. I felt bad for him. When Bambi's car stops at a bus station, she motioned us to get out. "It's been fun riding with y'all. But I gotta get back to New York." She drives off. Louis sighed with relief. "Thank goodness that horrifying nightmare is over." "Seriously Louis? If I was Bambi and I that, I would've feel hurt." Rocky says. "You have a point." He says sadly. "Anyway, gotta go." Liam says, walking away. Rocky and Niall went into his car and drove off. Zayn and Harry went to go somewhere to make Zayn a sober. Louis and I were left. "I'll take you home." He offered. "No, I can walk by myself." "Myrah, it's getting dark, you need a buddy, after all it's dangerous to be alone." "Louis! I can walk, okay?" I screamed at him. Now, he looked hurt and offended. "Okay, if you want it that way. He leaves by himself. Now I felt really bad for hurting him that way. I walked alone in the cold night, going home. Just then a bunch of people come popping at me.

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