Ali's P.O.V

I was laying on my bed scrolling through twitter. I looked at my mentions. Some were hate, some were nice.

'@ItsAliGirlxox get away from my man bitch'

Hmm

'@ItsAliGirlxox I think it's sweet that you and Harry are together :3 #Hali'

Hali? Huh, I guess that's our shipping name.

'@ItsAliGirlxox hun, go jump off a bridge again, no one would care if you did :)'

I felt a hot pricking in my eyes.

'Don't you just hate @ItsAliGirlxox ? She doesn't deserve my Harry.'

'To the people who are abused, I'm sorry it happens to you. But to @ItsAliGirlxox go back and get more abuse hunni :)'

A tear slid down my cheek.

'@ItsAliGirlxox ignore the haters, I love you. #Hali4Ever xoxox'


Even though they're not all hate, it still hurts.
I shut my laptop down and placed it on my desk. Then I sat back on my bed, huddled into a ball and cried into my knees. Why did this have to happen? I know they want Harry for themselves, but do they have to give me hate? If my mum hadn't of died, none of this would ever of happened. No abuse, no hate, no nothing. The only good thing is that I have Harry.
I cried and cried until I fell alseep.

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"Ali..?"

Someone was shaking me awake.

"Wha.. What?"

"Wake up. Harry's looking for you."

"He is?" I looked up to see Zayn sitting on the end of my bed. "How long have you been there?" I asked.

"About five minutes. You looked so peaceful but I had to wake you up."

"Oh.." I looked down. He shuffled closer to me and lifted my head up.

"Have you been crying?"

I shook my head.

"You have. I can see your tear stained cheeks."

I sighed.

"Why Ali?" he asked sympatheticly.
I pointed to my laptop, and Zayn got up. He came back to the bed with it and opened it up. If left twitter open, so it the screen lit up with all the mentions.

Zayn scrolled through them.

"I'm sorry." He said, placing the laptop on the bed and hugging me.

I started to cry into his chest.

"Why Zayn? Why me?"

"Because.. Because.. I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault."

"Come on. Lets get you cleaned up and take you down to Harry, yeah?"

I nodded. Even though he was treating me like I was 5, I still apreciated it. He got up and I took his hand getting up aswell. We went into the ensuite, and I looked in the mirror. I looked a mess; lipstick smeared, mascara under my eyes smudged.
I put my head in my hands.

"Sit on the counter please?"

I sat on the counter where the sink was and Zayn ran a wash cloth under the warm water. He carefully wiped it on my face, taking care not to poke my eye or whatever. After he'd finished he asked where my makeup was. I pointed to a little bag on the shelf, and he reached up and got it.
He opened it and got out my foundation, mascara and lippy.

"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked laughing.

"I have three sisters. I know what I'm doing."

"Okay.."

He applied a layer of foundation carefully, making sure to get round the hair and jaw lines. Then he applied some mascara and lippy.

"Done." He smiled.
I tuned and looked in the mirror. He'd actually done a good job.

"Thanks Zayn."

"No problem. Now lets go find Harry?"

"Okay."

I was about to hop down off the counter but he stopped me and turned around.

"Get on my back." He laughed.

"Whatever you say."

Notes

Sorry that this is so short, but I didn't update yesterday as promised so this could make up for it?
Don't worry though. I'll do another one or two today :)

Whats going to happen with Zayn and Ali? Will Harry thing something's with them? Ooh tell me what you think.

Oh and thanks for 3.7k reads :)