"He did WHAT!?" I screamed, pulling a crying Perrie into my arms.

"He just left me, I don't know what I did. Danii Marie, I was terrible to him, wasn't I?" she sobs, burying her face in my black hair. I could feel her tears streaking down my olive toned skin.

Let me clarify: My name is Danii Marie, my father named me Danielle, but seriously, gross. I'm Perrie Edwards' cousin, and I have been totally supportive of her relationship with Zayn Malik.

But he broke up with her.

And I am pissed the fuck off.

Kissing Perrie on the forehead, I walk downstairs, grabbing a gallon of cookie dough ice cream and some sad movies. Without a word, I hand them to her, along with a spoon, and walk out of my flat; knowing exactly where I'm headed.

Storming down the side walk, I hear nothing but the sound of my TOMS slapping against the concrete. Fury has blinded me, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think that my golden/hazel eyes were red with my anger. This is bull, no one hurts my cousin and gets away with it. No matter how big your boy band or reputation is.

I've been to Zayn's flat a few times with Perrie, as I am close to the rest of the guys, so I know the way by heart, and could probably walk it in my sleep. Storming up the walk way, I pound on the door visciously, crossing my arms over my chest.

The door creaks open, and I see a familiar pair of green eyes. He grins at me cheekily, and opens the door wider so I can see his entire body. "Hey, Danii Marie! What's up?"

"Not now, Hazza. I'm on a mission." I stated, saying those six words in a much colder manner than I intended.

Moving out of the way quickly due to my harshness, I storm passed him, and walk to the living room of the flat, seeing all of the boys settled around the TV, each holding a game controller. It's easy to tell that they're playing Black Ops 2, but that's besides the point.

"What the hell is your problem, Malik? You break up with her, and don't even have the decencey to do it to her face, so you send her a fucking text message? Hell. No. Do you understand what you've done to her, you coward?" I sneer the word, jabbing my finger against his chest. "She is currently in my bedroom crying her pretty little eyes out because you claimed to love her. She's going to eat an entire gallon of cookie dough ice cream because her 'Zaynie Boo' left her cold with unanswered questions. She thinks it's her fault, she thinks that she was a terrible girlfriend. And we both know that she's wrong. She was the best thing that ever happend to your pansy ass, and you didn't respect her in the least bit. You disgust me."

"I-I'm sorry..." Zayn whispers, looking at his feet.

"Sorry? Sorry?! You have the audacity to apologize now even though you totally killed my cousins spirit? You practically ripped her heart out, threw it on the cold hard concrete, and stomped on it right in front of her!" I didn't care that the other four boys were staring at me, mouths agape.  "Why are you even apologizing? What's done is done. You fucked her up. You said that you loved her, and she fell for you. But you? You just let her fall. You let her fall hard, she hit the ground because you weren't there to catch her. She's shattered into a million pieces because of you!"

My heart was racing, and I could feel the anger boiling inside of me. This would be different if I wasn't close with Perrie, but she's like my sister, she's my best friend. So the moment she opened that text message, was the moment this war started.

"Don't even think about showing your face around her, unless you're going to do some serious apolozing. She's never going to trust you again, so I doubt you'll ever get back together." I could feel Niall and Harry at both of my sides, grabbing onto my hands; probably to calm me down. It didn't work. "You're nothing but a coward, a yellow belly, you're chicken hearted. Bradford Bad boy? My ass."

With that, I turned on my heel, exiting the flat swiftly. My anger began to subside, but only slightly, it takes everything that I have not to go back in there and clobber Zayn with every ounce of fury that's left in me. Perrie wouldn't want me to hurt him, though. So I will respect her wishes.

For now.

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I love Zayn! Just saying! <3 This is for my amazing best friend, I loooovve you, baby! :DDD