Don't lecture me.

 I know it was a childish thing to do, but honestly, how could I help myself?

 He was left an open target and now that Liam was recycling his old girlfriends, I was single and free to do what I wanted.

 Yes, I went and found Zayn. I don't care how many times you tell me it wasn't the right way to handle things, because I actually like Zayn. He's so much more like me then Liam could have ever been.

 "So, what are we doing tomorrow?" Zayn asked, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

 "I'm not sure. Did you have anything in mind?" I replied, walking alongside him to the dorms.

 "Well, the guys wanted to hang out and catch up. Since we aren't on tour, we haven't had much time to hang out, despite the fact we're all staying in the same area." He said, shrugging his shoulders and holding the door open for me.

 "That sounds good to me." I told him, stopping outside my room.

 "You don't think it would be weird? I mean with you and Liam..."

 "We're both adults, and I think we can handle it." I honestly replied, unlocking my door.

 "Okay. Pick you up at 4:00?" Zayn asked.

 "Yeah, that's good." I smiled, standing on my tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

 I smiled at Zayn before walking in my dorm and closing the door. I finally applied for a single dorm and got my wish, so Caroline wasn't my roommate anymore. She was somebody else's problem.

 I changed into some sleep shorts and a t-shirt and climbed in bed. After dating Liam, my Twitter explode with followers, so it was fun to see what the fans were saying about me. One in particular caught my eye and I was tempted to reply but didn't. 

 Lucy Chester @LucyGoosey2189 * 1h

 Just heard my friend mention something about @ZaynMalik1D and @DianaRichardson! Check out this pic!!!

 I took a deep breath and clicked the link: a picture of Zayn and me laughing popped onto the screen and I closed my eyes. I guess it wasn't a secret anymore, and that meant that Liam had probably seen it. 

 I mean not that I care.

 I don't care about Liam's opinion or what he thinks is right....

 Okay maybe I do a little.

 A new tweet popped up on my page and I scrolled down to look at it. This one was from Zayn, and he was confirming the rumors of us hanging out.

 Wonderful. 

 I closed my laptop and laid down, staring at the ceiling fan as it cycled around. It's the times when I can't sleep, or when my mind is left open to wander, that I think about Liam. I think about how, maybe if I was different, things would've worked out better.

 But then I realize that I wouldn't change who I was for shit, and I'm lucky to be the person I am. I define myself, not Liam, so I refuse to let myself think about change.

 A light knock sounded at my door, followed by what sounded like running. I hate ding-dong-ditchers. I pulled myself out of bed and opened the door, ready to scream at the top of my lungs, when I noticed a letter; it was sealed with a blue stamp, and my name was messily scribbled on the front.

 I picked it up and brought it inside. I wasn't sure if I wanted to open it or not. A part of me wondered if it was from Liam, but the other part took whatever hope I had of that and ripped it to shreds.

 I placed it on the counter, and decided to wait until tomorrow to open it. I climbed into my bed once again and pulled the covers over my body, trying to block out my thoughts and finally sleep.

~~~

 "All ready?" Zayn called, as I brushed my wavy, purple hair and smiled.

 "Ready." 

 In case you're wondering, Zayn and I aren't dating. We've never kissed, never done anything other then "hang out". 

 "I'm sure the others will be happy to finally meet you." He told me, closing the door on his way out.

 "Do you just brag about me all the time?" I laughed, knowing the guys would probably look at me like I was some slut because I dated Liam and now I'm hanging out with Zayn.

 "Actually, sometimes I do." He chuckled, opening the passenger side door for me. "Liam normally walks off when I do. I think you guys should talk."

 "Please tell me this isn't some freaking intervention." I groaned.

 "It's not, I was just suggesting. You both seem to be avoiding your problems."

 "Well thanks Dr. Zayn, I'll keep that in mind." I snapped.

 "Fine, don't talk to him. I was just trying to help." Zayn replied, starting the car.

 We sat in silence for about ten minutes before I decided I hadn't handled that well.

 "I'm sorry, okay? He's a hard topic for me to talk about." I sighed.

 "Whatever."

 That was the thing about us, we had the same stubborn personality. I was almost never one to forgive easily which meant he wouldn't be either.

 I just leaned back in my seat and let him think. 

 In another ten minutes, we were pulling up to a big, white house. The doors were blue, which added some color, but even though the outside was pretty, the inside was probably a mess. I found myself wondering which of the boys' house this was. Maybe the one with the blonde hair. Noah?

 I rolled my eyes when Zayn didn't open my door, and pushed it open myself. If he was going to be an asshole about it, so would I.

 I found myself pause outside the door, knowing I wasn't ready to go inside and face Liam...and probably Danielle too. She's the reason Liam and I aren't dating anymore and Liam chose to believe her instead of me.

 The reality of what I was about to do crashed into me, and I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

~~~

 Kind of a filler chapter.

 Sorry :/

 I had a really crappy month. If you did too let me know in the comments.

 ~Hayden