I am so fucking pissed off right now. Rose is making a decision again, a decision that will lead into a suicide mission. She's so infuriating. Fuck.
I shrug on the black sweater, it fits my body perfectly. I padded to the hall way, Justin just close his door behind him across from Harry's room. When he spotted me, he drags his feet towards me. His eyes met mine.
"Zayn, Can we talk?" He says, politely.
"You're already talking. So, why bother to ask?" I said, sarcastically.
"I'm asking you to please, respect her decision. If you keep on doing what you're doing, Your sister will only hate you. Because she thinks you're underestimating her, and that hurts her the most."