(Ivy’s P.O.V)

“I am really thankful that you let me stay here for another night Margret,” I told her with appreciation. After what happened this morning, Zayn decided to bring me here but he didn’t tell his mum what happened though, he only told her that I wasn’t feeling well and there was no one to look after me back home. I feel really guilty because I was planning to get my life over and done with, it would have happened, if it wasn’t for Zayn.

Now, I am not only embarrassed from my action but I also feel like a burden to his family. I mean how ironic is it? I tried to commit suicide because Harry sort of pulled the trigger to a gun that has already been loaded and now I am staying in his family home. I mean, yes! Zayn offered me to stay in his house but it is also Harry’s house as well.

“It really is no problem Ivy, I am glad to have your company and living under a roof full of male isn’t always fun,” she said to me while grabbing hold of my hand and rubbing it to soothed me. “I really don’t want to be a burden…,” she cuts me of before I could finished my sentence, “oh will you please stop it….you are not a burden and plus I always wanted a daughter…so I can spoil her,” she exclaimed.

Talking to Margret makes me miss my mum so badly. Margret is very sweet and kind, which reminded me a lot of my mum. “Oh dear…don’t cry,” Margret said softly while she embraced me with a warm hug, I didn’t realized that I was crying until she pointed out.

“You want to talk about anything?” she asked cautiously, I shook my head in return, I wasn’t ready to tell her about me because I haven’t known her long enough. It’s not that I don’t trust her, Margret is probably the most trustworthy person ever, but it’s me, who is not ready to be open about my past.

“That’s O.K. dear, let’s make some muffin…it always makes me feel happy in a tough day,” she said grabbing my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen.

** (In the Afternoon) **

“Muffins!” Mattie screamed as he come crashing into the kitchen, “oh hey Ivy…how are you today?” he questioned with his mouth full. “Hey little fella…I am good…how was your day at school?” I asked and he giggled at my statement, “little fella? I am quite big for my age you know,” he sassed and I swear sometimes Matthew acts way older than his actual age. He is very different, mature is more like the word and he seemed to known a lot of stuff considering his only six years old. Let’s just say, he is a lot mature then his ‘older’ brother Harry.

“Are you Harry’s girlfriend?” he blurted out which made me choke from my own spit, charming right? “Are you O.K. dear?” Margret asked, as mature as he may seemed, he is still a kid after all. “I thought you were, since Harry was the one who brought you here yesterday and he never comes here,” he explained, “you are aren’t you? I hope you are because I want to have a pretty older sister like you,” he continued and in all honesty, I don’t know how to answer to that because I am nowhere near Harry’s girlfriend, but I was grateful to his compliment, so I gave him a tight smile.

“Honey?” Kevin’s voice can be heard from the front door, “could you come and help Zayn?” he asked again. Help Zayn? Help Zayn with what? Shopping stuff?

I rushed towards the front door to find out what was happening. “Oh Ivy, it’s lovely to see you dear,” Kevin greeted me, “hello Mr Styles…what does Zayn need help with? I can help him,” I offered with a smile.

“Please call me Kevin…Zayn got into a fight with Harry and he still haven’t told me the reason yet,” my stomach dropped at his words, he got into a fight with Harry because of me? I felt guiltier more than I did before. I have totally ruined there brotherhood, well they didn’t really have any for starters but they weren’t violent towards one and another. Not only I am a burden to the family, but I am also ruining their chances of getting along because I am the cause of the problem.

“It was my fault…they fought because of me,” I blurted out, “no it wasn’t Ivy’s fault…Harry was just being a prick like always but this time he went too far,” Zayn defended me. “No Mr Styles…I mean Kevin, if you are going to give a punishment to Zayn then…it’s best if you give it to me because I started it,” I clarified it to Kevin, “no…no one is getting punish and Zayn you need to clean those wounds up,” Kevin mused before walking off.

“Zayn are you o.k.? Are you hurt really badly? I wish I can see, so I can help you with your wounds,” I said apologetically which made him laugh, “I am fine Ivy…hopefully Harry will know not to mess with you again,” he continued but his voice is more serious now. “Are you sure you are fine?” I asked again, still worried about this kind hearted boy who saved me twice and got into a fight with his brother because of me.

“I am sorry,” I continued and he chuckled this time, “its fine Ivy…it was actually quite fun,” he assured me.

** (Next day) **

“Just take a deep breath and everything will be fine…I will be with you always,” Zayne sweetly said to me. I slept at Zayn’s house again last night and Margret somehow has some clothes for teenage girls. She told me that every time she goes shopping she would buy teenage girl clothing because she likes it and she wanted to spoil her son’s girlfriend. I felt guilty once more because she was saving these clothes for her many sons’ girlfriend, and I am none of that.

We are now parked outside of the school, ready to face this dungeon once more and for the first time in my life, I actually hated school. As we got close to the door, we could hear whisperings and giggling, but once we entered, everything went quite. Something was not right because it’s too dam quiet and I can only imagine that everyone‘s eyes are on us.

“What are you looking at?” Zayn scoffed at everyone, “oh nothing…we were just looking at the girl that attempt to commit suicide yesterday…in front of the whole school might I add,” a high pitched female voice stated. They saw me? Of course they did and now they are going to make fun of me, more than they used to.

“Shut the hell up Alex…it’s not Ivy’s fault that you son of a bitches are not capable of being nice and mature,” Zayn said sternly and this is the first time I’ve heard Zayn being a big angry. “It’s not really our fault that she is a weird freak…now is it?” this annoying girl known as Alex asked once more with disgust in her voice.

“I think this bulling has gone way to far…is posters around the school necessary Alex? How mature of you...aren’t you embarrass of yourself for fucking every boys at how school except me?” Zayn yelled now, “eawwwww…even if I was given a million…I would still not be with you,” she argued back.

“I don’t like you, just like you don’t like me, because my hate for you is beyond that,” Zayn said quite harshly, I was really surprised at this new Zayn and I am pretty sure he told me that he is not a very confident person. “eawwww….anyways see you later freak,” she yelled and I know exactly who he was referring to.

“Ignore her Ivy…she is not worth your time,” Zayn comforted me, “I think we should walk around the school…we still have fifteen minute until the bell go,” he continued. “Why are we going around the school for?” I asked unknowingly, “nothing…just tearing down some posters of some dumb things,” he said nervously and I know that he is definitely hiding something from me.

“Zayn I know you are hiding something,” I told him, “it really is nothing…,” before Zayn could finished his sentence, he was stopped by the loud boot hitting the cement floor. “What the hell is this?” the deep familiar voiced roared filling the whole way.

“I said what the hell this is?” Harry boomed once more.

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