Management Issues
Chapter Six
Chapter six- Is there something here?
The past few days, i have been a ghost. I act as if i don't share hotel rooms with them. Zayn is the only one i talk to. But now even he is a ghost. Perrie broke up with him. Zayn had turned to drinking. Like a lot. The blank expressions on out faces showed everything, now my rock needed a rock. I looked down at my.arms and the cuts the decorated it. This is how i deal with the pain. I am pretty good at covering them up though. Today i was just in my sweats and a sweatshirt. I was just sitting curled up in a ball position, holding my legs to my self. Zayn had popped the lid off yet another boodle. It was just us in the hotel room. Today was a rest day. Finally fed up with his new found addiction, i got up.
"Zayn give me that boodle." I said holding out my hand. I haven't bothered to cover ip the cuts, and when i got up the sleve was moved a little to reveal one. But one was enough.
"Charlie! I wont give you the boodle till you give me the blade." He said sternly.
"Fine."
I grabbed my phone,removing the case,grabbing the blade.
"Here, now f i quit, so do you" i looked at him.
"Ok." He took the small blade throwing it away. I threw the boodles away too.
I went to sit on the couch, but Zayn pulled me into his lap.
"Let me look." He pulled up the sleeve.
"Char, i wanna melt that cabbage patch!" He looked at me.
I just laughed and curled into him. Sobbing.
"Hey look at me! You don't need him!"
"That doesn't stop tue hurt!" I cried even more into his shirt.
"I know, but guess what."
"Hmm." I answered.
" i love you." He looked at me.
"You do?" I asked.
"Yeah, i broke up with Perrie, so i could be here for you. But something happened and it hurt more than i wanted it to."
I sniffled. This was why he was so down? He broke up with her for me?
The past few days, i have been a ghost. I act as if i don't share hotel rooms with them. Zayn is the only one i talk to. But now even he is a ghost. Perrie broke up with him. Zayn had turned to drinking. Like a lot. The blank expressions on out faces showed everything, now my rock needed a rock. I looked down at my.arms and the cuts the decorated it. This is how i deal with the pain. I am pretty good at covering them up though. Today i was just in my sweats and a sweatshirt. I was just sitting curled up in a ball position, holding my legs to my self. Zayn had popped the lid off yet another boodle. It was just us in the hotel room. Today was a rest day. Finally fed up with his new found addiction, i got up.
"Zayn give me that boodle." I said holding out my hand. I haven't bothered to cover ip the cuts, and when i got up the sleve was moved a little to reveal one. But one was enough.
"Charlie! I wont give you the boodle till you give me the blade." He said sternly.
"Fine."
I grabbed my phone,removing the case,grabbing the blade.
"Here, now f i quit, so do you" i looked at him.
"Ok." He took the small blade throwing it away. I threw the boodles away too.
I went to sit on the couch, but Zayn pulled me into his lap.
"Let me look." He pulled up the sleeve.
"Char, i wanna melt that cabbage patch!" He looked at me.
I just laughed and curled into him. Sobbing.
"Hey look at me! You don't need him!"
"That doesn't stop tue hurt!" I cried even more into his shirt.
"I know, but guess what."
"Hmm." I answered.
" i love you." He looked at me.
"You do?" I asked.
"Yeah, i broke up with Perrie, so i could be here for you. But something happened and it hurt more than i wanted it to."
I sniffled. This was why he was so down? He broke up with her for me?
5/23/13