The next weeks were hell, my energy drained from the constant fighting that was going on in my house. My house was a battleground, a war zone and it was taking a toll on all of us.
I hadn't spent a night home in a week or so, Sammie and I had been held up at Niall's house with the occasional visit from Blair.
Things had calmed down when it came to Gigi. I liked that everything in that department was slowing down due to my current state. I was exhausted and Gigi could see that, as well as everyone else that was spectating. I was more quiet; withdrawn.
I hadn't talked to Harry in fear that he was upset with me due to the entire Zayn situation. I was so afraid I had hurt him that I was avoiding any contact with him, I wasn't ready to face him yet. Then again, is anyone ever ready to face a
