I woke up to yelling, and arguing. "NO!" I heard a voice, Louis shout. "Louis!" I heard Niall whine, it sounded as though he'd been crying. Zayns eyes shot open as there was a banging at the door, "SARAH! Please let me in!" Niall yelled, obviously being restrained by Louis. Zayn was not pleased by this as all, I shot him a nervous look, reflecting my inter emotions. Getting up and leaving, I then heard Zayn, at the top of his lungs, scream "NIALL FUCK OFF!!". After much more controversy I pit tape on my knuckles, just in case. I was starving and would not take lying in this bed for another minute. Calmly I walked out, Ignoring all the fuss. "Sarah! Please let me explain." Niall said breaking from the boys restraints and grabbing my shoulder, his mistake. As I was turned I controlled all the rage and depression he had cause me, all the anger life had caused me for the last ten years and turned it to physical strength. I took the gust of power and punched Niall square in the jaw, he went straight down "Ass" I spat on his unconscious body. Going to the kitchen I grabbed a banana and orange juice. I saw Emily, who tried to hide her obvious fear all I said was "You be ready or be gone by the time I can beat your ass" and walked back to my room, emotions swelling in my breast, and slammed the door. Before I did I saw the boys faces, astonishment, pure astonishment. I collapsed into tears once I was on my bed, I'm surprised I held it in until I got to my room, seeing Niall could have killed me, i wish it had. The boys must have heard because they came in, and cuddled me, the girls then came and joined the crushing dog pile. Then, the cherry on top, Dutch crawled in and licked my face. Heard everyone hum In a chores, a song sweet, but unrecognizable. This was my family, my messed up, boy banned, modeled, orphaned, British invaded, family, and love them to death. They, one by one, piled off until it was me Perrie, Zayn Louis and Eleanor. We cuddled for about an hour, then they went to pick up lunch. All alone, me, no Niall, no Zayn, no one, I lay in bed, thinking, how could Niall "explain" what was to be explained? Nothing. He betrayed, we had dated for less than a day, had he forgotten? I was still his best friend, wasn't I? Was it something I did? Is this really all my fault? These questions and many, many, more filled my mind causing me a headache and to take more pills, they barely numbed the pain, but made me tired, so I slept a dreamless sleep mostly. A dreamless sleep where I felt no pain, no tears, no disappointment, no nothing. No Niall.

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