Trapped

I slam the bedroom door, put my back against it and slide down, my face now in my knees. This isn't happening. Not again, not for the second time this fucking week. Tears begin streaming down my face, I can still hear Declan yelling at me from the main room.

"Maybe it isn't always my fucking fault, Kayla. A relationship works both ways and if you're too blind to see that then I don't want to associate myself with you." Declan yelled as the tears kept coming, makeup now being smudged.

I look up, trying to muster up the strength to say something back to him, but I was just so tired of fighting with him - it's useless. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and cried until I heard Declan slam the door to our flat. I assumed he was on his way to the bar or his friend Jeremy's apartment. He always went there after a fight. I don't expect him to be home until late tomorrow afternoon.

I went in front of the mirror, wiped the mascara runs away and just stood there, staring at myself. I let out a huge sigh as I put my hair up into a messy bun. This wasn't the way I wanted to see myself. I was upset, broken, lost and confused. Declan and I have been dating for a while now but it was only recently when I confronted him for cheating on me with multiple girls, things have taken a turn for the worse. We constantly fight. It's near impossible for us to agree on anything anymore. Nothing, absolutely nothing has been the same. We don't sleep in the same bed, we don't eat dinner together anymore, and god forbid we go out together to run an errand. We're two separate people occupying the same space. He'll complain how I don't put effort into our relationship - but why would I want to? I have no reason to concern myself with someone who cheated on me multiple times. I loved him, and maybe I still do. It's just hard right now.

Why am I still here, you may ask? Well it's because I have no where to go. When I agreed with Declan to move into this flat together, I left behind my job, my family and my friends. I was so sick in love with him that I didn't think about myself at all. Now here, I've made little to no friends, haven't spoken to my mom in months and the closest thing I have to a job is bartending three times a week. There is no way I would be able to afford an apartment on my own in this city with my salary.

Realizing my shift started in less than an hour, I got dressed and redid my make up. I was not looking forward to working tonight, especially after that fight with Declan - but I'm saving up to move out so every penny counts at this point. I grabbed my coat, keys and phone then headed out.

Walking down the starts of my building, I saw someone unfamiliar. He was tall, slim, had dark hair and a lot of tattoos. As he was walking up, something fell out of the box he was carrying.

"Oh excuse me, um sir, you..uh.." He looked down at me, he was ahead by three steps. His brown eyes and defined cheekbones nearly took my breath away. "You dropped this." I handed him a small plastic shopping bag.

"Oh thank you." He grabbed the bag and smiled back. "I'm Zayn."

"I'm Kayla." My phone began to ring, it was my manager. "and I'm late." I quickly turned around and continued heading down the stairs before Zayn could respond.

Notes

Ok so for those who read my other stories I'm completely nixing them. The Christmas one obviously because the holidays are over and my other Harry one because I'm just kind of bored with it. Sorry I've been on such a long break. I spent a majority of my winter break away from the computer and even before that school was too stressful.
Anyway, I have a bunch of ideas for this story and I intend on finishing it.
Hope everyone enjoys!

xo