32: A Month Left

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Chapter 32:

Hazel POV:

*1 month later

I tapped my fingers angrily across the table. Anger and hate was bubbling throughout my blood system and all I wanted to do was yell and just leave this sitting room. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me, to us, to both families, to everything they've been through. To their own daughter.

"Hazel, say something."

"What do you want me to say, Mum!?" I asked her, my voice rising in anger. "Congratulations?"

She frowned and gave a sideways glance at my father, who was sitting down on the armchair. One of his arm resting on the armchair, licking his lips; he looked pissed off and I didn't blame him. It was all of her fault. How the hell could she do that to him? He loved her and she was too blind and an idiot and a selfish asshole to even realise that.

"Hazel, don't be mad at me, please," she pleaded with me.

"I don't be mad with you!? Are you even bloody kidding me!?" I cried out at her in disbelief. "Oh my God! I can't believe you're asking me to not be mad at you! I'm fucking pissed off at you and want to rip you into pieces!" I screamed and she looked away in embarrassment.

I didn't even want to look at her anymore. I didn't want to see her anymore, let alone live under the same roof as she did. I know she never liked me, even though she is my mother I knew she never liked me and I was never close to her, nor my father to be honest.

She was one hell of a bitch and I hated her, I truly hated her.

"I feel sorry for you," I told her, standing up.

She gave me a hopeful look but when she noticed my disgusted look, it quickly faded.

"You just lost a husband that actually cared and loved you and a daughter that actually cared about you even if you never did. I know you never loved me and I never loved you back, I mean, why should I? But I cared about you! You never did!" I screamed at her, feeling tears stinging my eyes. "You should feel ashamed and disgusted with yourself!"

With that, I turned around and left the room without another word. I climbed the stairs two-by-two and slammed my bedroom door shut, locking it behind me. My bedroom light was still turned on, my curtains drawn open but luckily Zayn wasn't in his bedroom.

He had some sort of rehearsal at Louis' house for their upcoming audition at XFactor, which was tomorrow and they had gotten the application to enter and audition in Manchester. They were still trying to come up with the names. Niall had actually suggested the name 'Niall and the Potatoes'

When he suggested that name, we all looked at him like he was a freak, then burst out laughing. I didn't even smile at the memory, like I usually did. I was too angry to smile at anything. I thanked God that Zayn wasn't at home at the moment because if he were, I'd have to explain to him what happened.

In the past month, after the kiss, Zayn and I had sort of grown more closer but not in a relationship but as friends. The whole rivalry between both families was completely forgotten and I didn't care about it anymore. I never told Zayn what it was actually about and he never asked about it. I didn't know if he knew what it was but I'm guessing not.

A lot has happened in the past month, an example is that Lenni was apparently pregnant, the father was unknown. I wasn't sure if the rumor was true but when I saw her a week ago, it confirmed that the rumor was in fact true. She actually talked to me and I couldn't keep myself from asking her. Apparently she was two months pregnant.

Good job Lenni! Good job.

How does one become a parent at the age of sixteen!? I mean, seriously, how do they cope with it? Having a child isn't an easy task and I was 101% sure that Lenni wasn't prepared to have a baby, and without the help from the father would suck balls.

I breathed out heavily and shook my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts. I felt suffocated and I was feeling my throat tighten. I gulped down and ended up coughing due to my throat being dry. I felt my chest tighten and all I wanted to do was escape this shit hole.

I stripped out of the clothes that I was wearing and put on a pair of sweatpants and loose shirt, slipped into a pair of Nike slippers, pulled my hair into a pony tail, took my iPod and left my bedroom. I went down the stairs quickly and as I reached the front door, I heard my mum calling my name.

"Hazel, where are you going?" she asked.

"None of your business," I replied coldly and slammed the front door shut behind me.

I went down the driveway while taking in deep breaths of fresh air, well as fresh air as England could get. I have never acted like this towards my parents and I think I should feel guilty by the way I had replied to her but I didn't. I wanted her to suffer just as much my dad is suffering right now just because of her.

I closed the gate behind me and started jogging through the streets. I put in my headphones and chose a song from my iPod. Funnily enough, I hadn't yet bought a phone since I smashed the poor thing to pieces, therefore my parents or Zayn or whoever wanted to see where I was, couldn't call and check up if I was okay.

The image from what happened previously in the living room. Anger bubbled through my veins as images from the previous events filled my vision.

"We're getting a divorce," my father announced coldly, looking at my mother.

Hatred was evident in his eyes and I was confused as to why he hated my mum. I furrowed my eyebrows together, getting confused with the way they were looking at each other.

"What? Why?" I asked them.

I had this tight feeling in my throat as though someone had just shoved a ball down my throat and I couldn't speak.

"Ask your beloved mother," my father spat in anger and an emotion that I never felt in my entire life, soared through my body.

Hate.

Just by his tone, I knew that it was obviously her fault. Anger and hate bubbled in my blood as it pumped throughout my body. I literally wanted to rip her head off.

I didn't realise that I was gritting my teeth so hard until I felt pain in my jaw. I took of my headphones and looked at my surroundings. I was in a street, apparently. I looked around at the houses and noticed that the street was where Louis' house was at.

I breathed out heavily and turned around, not wanting to bother their practise and besides, I didn't even know how the hell I even managed to come here. It was a twenty minute walk from my house and I wasn't that eager to ever walk it in my life so I really had no idea how I ended up here and not at the park close-by to my house.

Thinking about houses, now that my parents are getting divorces I have to move houses again. We haven't even been living here for a year and we are already moving.

Knowing for sure that I was moving in permanently with my Dad, I knew that we'd probably travel somewhere close to his job which was back in Ireland. I was hundred and one percent sure that I would never move in with my Mum, maybe I'd visit her once in a week or probably never.

I twirled one of the headphone wires around my finger and bit my lip, thinking. After receiving my final exam marks, applying for college and getting accepted was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. Zayn, Louis, Niall, Harry and Liam had all applied for colleges and got accepted but they were hoping that they would pass through their audition, Bootcamp, Judges Houses and at least do five live shows in XFactor.

They were going to audition with the song called 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus. When I heard them practise it a few days ago, I was actually shocked when I heard how their voices collided perfectly together and that they were actually meant to be in a band together.

I was also sure that the judges, Simon Cowell, Cheryl Cole, Nicole Scherzinger and Louis Walsh, couldn't not let them through auditions.

I breathed out heavily and quickened my pace, not wanting to be out in public anymore.

After ten minutes, I arrived at home and went straight to my father's study to talk to him but he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere in the house and when I entered my parents bedroom, I noticed clothes neatly folded and piled over each other on the bed. A large suitcase was open, half full on the bed.

My Mum came out of the en-suite, holding some of the products she used. She placed them on the bed and started placing the clothes in the suitcase. She knew I was looking at her but she didn't even look up at me.

"Go pack your bags, Hazel," she said, breaking the silence. "We're leaving."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I replied coldly.

Her head shot up and her eyes widened slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to live with you. I'm living with Dad."

"No! You're living with me!" she yelled.

"No," I replied firmly. "I will not live with a person like you."

She gasped and her eyes widened further, giving me a look of disbelief.

"Where's Dad?" I asked her.

"At the Malik's."

I bit my lip and turned around. I entered my bedroom and closed the door shut.

What was he doing at the Malik's?

I breathed out and heard the front door open and slam shut. Footsteps climbed upstairs and someone knocked on my door and pushed the door open. I turned around and noticed my Dad closing the door behind him.

"Hazel, I need to know with whom you want to live when the divorce is official," he said, quickly getting to the point.

"With you, I don't want to live with her," I instantly replied.

He nodded and breathed out.

"Are you sure? You are soon going to college and when you return, you will be legal to live with whoever you want but since that is years away, we need to sort things out," he said and I nodded.

"You already know my answer, Dad," I replied and he nodded.

"We have a slight problem," he started and I frowned. "I won't be able to stay here in Bradford for the next month, due to the divorce and work. So, I arranged with the Malik's that you would be living with them for the next four weeks until you go to college. I would be visiting and you can sleep here some nights if you want but for the next month, they will be your guardians and you have to obey them."

"A month?"

"Yes," he replied sadly. "If you want to live with your Mum, I understand-"

"No! I'll live with the Malik's," I replied quickly.

A month living under the same roof with Zayn? My inner self was grinning like a little child, even though I was still sad about the divorce news.

A month with Zayn.

World War 3 was about to happen.