Long Zayn #imagine PART 8 -

it was the next morning and an awkward tension was building up between everyone. since me and liam were the only ones that knew about louis and harry, we had to keep quiet about it, which was difficult considering it was such a big secret. but my story about how me and zayn came to be isnt to do with louis and harry.
i woke up and stretched out in my bed to see niall, liam and louis sleeping blissfully. i got up out of bed quietly and walked into the bathroom (that had no shower) to grab my towel and wash clothes. walking down the hallway in the hotel into the girls bathroom to have a wash, i found jane in front of the mirror doing her hair.
"oh, hi jane." i smiled weakly, putting my towel on the radiator and taking my hair out of the scruffy bun. she looked at me in the mirror, as if i was a piece of shit.
"just so you know, y/n, i dont care that you and zayn are dating-"
"oh, we're not dating" i smiled back, which was true, we hadnt even kissed, he hadnt even asked me to be his girlfriend yet.
"whatever. i just want you to know that what happened between me and zayn the other night didnt mean anything." she smiled at me. my face dropped, what did she mean? they didnt sleep together..didnt they?
"what do you mean?" i asked her, turning to face her, jane doing the same.
"we had sex. he kissed me and we had sex." she replied bluntly. my heart shattered right there. tears filled my eyes as i stood there, feeling like a fool for believing zayn. "y/n? didnt you know?" she asked me, waving her hand in front of my face.
"he told me you didnt have sex and that you came onto him..." i whispered, my eyes not moving from a spot on the wall behind her.
"that whole sentence is a load of crap. im sorry, y/n, thats not true." she said sympathetically, walking out of the bathroom, leaving me to cry alone. i didnt want to cry, i wanted to confront zayn. he lied to me and betrayed me. i threw my shampoo onto the floor of the bathroom, running out and banging on zayns door with my fist, shouting at him to get up.
"zayn get up now!" i screamed. the door swung open, revealing an annoyed looking harry, rubbing his eyes, his hair all scruffy. i stormed past him and walked into zayns room, fast.
"zayn! you fucking liar!" i screamed, pulling his duvet off of him, waking him up, he sat up with a confused look on his face.
"what the hell, y/n?!" he yelled. i walked towards him and flung my hand across his face, fast and sharp, his head turning to the side. harry stood in the doorway, in disbelief.
"you fucking man whore. i thought you liked me. but you didnt, you were too busy screwing jane to care about me. i hate you, i hate you!" i half cried/half screamed at him, hitting him with my fists as i cried, his hands up trying to defend himself.
"stop, y/n, stop!" he yelped, grabbing my shoulders and looking down into my teary eyes. "who told you?" he replied calmly. my breathing got slower as i calmed down.
"jane. is it true?" i whispered, tears rolling down my face. he looked down at the floor and nodded slowly. i threw my hand to my mouth as tears fell down my cheeks. lifting his hands off of my shoulders and leaving them to fall by his side, i walked away.
"i trusted you." i whispered, turning round, crying softly and walking out of his room, leaving him to put his head in his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"y/n. stop, he really likes you, he only slept with jane to get his anger out about the whole you and niall thing." harry said, walking down the hall with me to my room. i came to an abrupt hault and turned to him.
"you knew? you knew he slept with jane and you knew he was lying to me?" i asked.
"yeah...sorry." i ignored him and walked into my room, slamming the door in his face. i ran over to my bed, falling down face first and crying into the pillow. i hated this trip and everything about it. i just wanted to go home and forget about the whole thing.

please comment and tell me what you think :) hope you're enjoying it! 25-30 rts for part 9? :) thanks xxx

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