Lacey

I had been locked in my room for two days, all my food was brought up to me and I went for a walk with my mother around the house in the morning with guards following us. To say they were being a bit dramatic was an understatement. Mother tried to talk to me but I never replied. Tamzyn never came back to visit and I didn’t care, I no longer wanted her in my life.

On the third day my father finally came to visit me.

“Have you seen the error of your ways?” My father asked, I merely glared at him refusing to answer. He stared at me for a while before sitting down on the edge of my bed sighing and running a hand through his greying hair.

“Edmund is a good guy you know, he will be good to you and he can support you.” My father started, I refused to meet his eyes. “This singer boy you like is unstable, you can’t guarantee that he will continue to have money, the music business is too risky. He could become unpopular tomorrow and I’ve looked him up, he’s promoted as the bad boy of his group Lacey, I don’t want you running around with him.”

I rolled my eyes at my father. He sighed at me.

“He’s downstairs,” I looked up at my father suddenly, a smile stretching across my face, I couldn barely believe that he was here and my father let him inside the house. I stood up instantly checking myself in the mirror trying to fix my red puffy eyes.

“He has been waiting outside the house all day and refuses to leave until he can see you.” I smiled largely at what my father was telling me.

“You will go to him and you will tell him to leave and never come back. You will tell him that you don’t want anything to do with him, effectively ending this stupid relationship you have with him.” I spun around to look at my father incredulously.

“You can lock me up father and ban me from seeing him but you can’t make me say that! I’m not a puppet.” I smirked at him. I could never hurt Zayn like that.

“If you do not do it then I will destroy his career. I will destroy his and his bands career. He will be dropped from his label, they will have such a bad name that not one record label will be willing to pick them up. There will be no place left in the world that he can sing, I will destroy him if you do not do this.” I stared at my father for a few moments allowing his words to sink in.

“You wouldn’t...” I whispered, tears threatening to spill.

“Do not test me Lacey,” He said sternly. “Now go down there and get rid of that nuisance from our lives.” He pointed towards the door. I felt my stomach drop as I followed him down the stairs and into the first living room. He wasn’t even treated as a guest, the first living room was merely for show no one actually used it. I walked into the room and I froze as I saw Zayn sitting in a chair head in his hands waiting for me.

The moment we walked in he glanced over and stood up instantly as smile spreading across his face the moment he saw me. I stood still staring at his beauty, the way his brown eyes sparkled when he saw me, his perfectly tanned skin that matched his dark styled hair. His clothes fit him effortlessly as he was dressed in slacks and a band shirt, clearly showing off a few of his tattoos, I gulped, that certainly would not have impressed my father. My heart broke the moment I knew what I was going to do. I was going to wipe that smile of his face and break his heart as well as my own. No way could I risk my father ruining his and the boys career. I could never do that to them. I would hate myself. So instead I would break this boy’s heart but I knew eventually he would get over it, he would find someone else. He wasn’t in love with this relationship like I was. I would, in turn, marry Edward and never be able to stop loving this beautiful boy in front of me.

“Lace,” His voice whispered across to me snapping me out of my daze. I stared back at him willing the tears to hold back until he left.

“Leave us,” I said sternly to my father and the guards, I would not break his heart while others stayed to watch. My father shot me a pointed look before leaving the room with my two guards, shutting the door behind them.

The moment the door shut Zayn took a couple of steps towards me, smiling largely. I however quickly took steps back, this earned me a confused look from Zayn as he froze in his steps.

“You need to leave Zayn,” I said quickly. He only grew more confused.

“But your family has just let me in, they’re letting you see me.” Zayn said obviously thinking that was some sort of improvement.

“My family will never approve of us Zayn.” I said sternly. His smile faltered and something flashed through his eyes, I wasn’t sure what it was before he easily masked it. I was never as good as Zayn at hiding my feelings. But after months of being around him I had picked up a few tips.

“If they just get to know me...” He trailed off. We stood there awkwardly.

“Why did you come here?” I whispered.

“Tamzyn told us what happened, I came as soon as I could. I had to see you, to explain things to your parents. I had to try and do something.” He said anguish in his words.

“You need to leave Zayn.” I repeated myself.

“I don’t understand,” He said softly reaching for me but I backed away. “If you’re worried about them, it doesn’t matter we don’t need anyone else. Just us.”

I closed my eyes frustrated at how stubborn he was being, how hard he was making this for me. I could feel my heart break more as I decided what to say to him. I opened my eyes and I saw him flinch slightly at the glare that was coming through them.

“I don’t want you here Zayn!” I hissed at him. “When are you going to realise you were just a fling, a fling to annoy my parents. Merely a rebellious stage I was going through, I wanted to anger them and being with you certainly did that. Now I have their attention, I don’t need you.”

We stood there for a moment staring at each other. I breathed heavily as I watched my words sink in.

“I don’t believe you,” He said back strongly, I could see the doubt in his eyes though. I laughed at him, it was a fake laugh and we both knew that.

“I don’t want you anymore. I used you and now I’m done with you so you need to leave. What ever we had is over Zayn, it was nice well it lasted. We had some fun times sure, but now I need to go back to living in my world while you live in yours. I will marry Edward and you can continue to be a womaniser.” It hurt to say those words, to think of Zayn with any other woman but me. His eyes hardened at my words.

“So everything you said? Everything about not wanting to be like your parents.” He started.

“Of course I want to be like my parents Zayn! They’re rich! Who wouldn’t want to be like them?” I cried out to him. The way he looked at me was like he didn’t even know who I was. I knew what I finally had to say to make him leave and I was going to have to say it convincingly.

“I never loved you Zayn. How could I? You are below me! How could I ever love someone like you?” I said to him looking him straight in the eye watching his heart break. I refused to look away; I wanted to see him break in front of me so I could play this over and over again in my head later. So I could torture myself for destroying this beautiful human being. I deserved to watch the pain I caused for forever because I was a terrible person and this was my punishment.

“You are exactly who I thought you were. A stuck up, heartless bitch.” He hissed at me his eyes dark and cold. They no longer held any warmth. Way to go Lace, you destroyed him.

“It must be fun to play with others huh? Must be fun to stomp and ruin the people around you. We’re not pieces on a chessboard that you can play with when you’re bored! Have a nice life marrying that tosser! I hope he has enough money for you!” Zayn moved to walk past me but stopped.

“I can’t believe I ever fell in love with you.” He whispered harshly before the doors were thrown open and he disappeared. I stayed standing where I was as the reality of the situation set in. I had destroyed the one person I loved and he had loved me back. Zayn just told me he had loved me. I deserve to be miserable for the rest of my life.

“Now that was better Lacey. Now with him out of the way we can finally finish the wedding plans and…” I cut my father off.

“I hate you,” I whispered harshly to him before walking past my stunned father and headed straight up to my room. Never in my life had I ever told my parents I hated them, even when I was younger and in teen angst, I never told them I hated them. This was the first time I had ever said it and I meant it with every fibre of my being.