It Started With A Tweet (One Direction // Zayn Malik Story)

Chapter 28

AN: Current state after writing this chapter : drenched in my own tears.

Happy New Year everyone! How about let's end this chapter the way we will end this year ..

With a bang.

xx Andy

My head was throbbing when I woke up. I found myself laying on a dusty cemented room with very dim lights. Blood was smeared on my once clean black dress which made me woozy for a second. The dark room had one window with steel railings which looked impossible to penetrate. My eyes landed on the door and I did not hesitate to push myself from the ground and tried to knock it down, or at least open it. And of course, it wouldn't budge.

"You think I haven't tried that earlier?"

I spun around and gasped at the gruesome sight before me. It was Zayn in his worst condition ever. I rushed and kneeled beside him. Even with the dim lighting, it wasn't hard to see the bruises, wounds and cuts he has on his perfect body.

"Zayn .. what happened?" I asked still in awe. I gently lifted his neck that was leaning on the wall and saw that his head was bleeding as well.

And then he closed his eyes in pain and cringed while holding his stomach area. I quickly unbuttoned his polo to reveal a large purple bruise planted firmly on his stomach.

My hand tenderley grazed over it trying to give it some warmth. "You weren't this beaten up the last time I saw you.." I said with my voice trailing at the end. Images of the sight of him laying down in the van flashed before me.

"You were still knocked out when they .. " He started to say but suddenly stopped to flinch in pain.

Seeing him like this killed me inside. I rubbed his temple with my hands. "Ssh ssh calm down." I said trying to make better of our situation. But who am I kidding, this is the worst situation we could be in.

After feeing that jolt of pain, he managed to calm down by taking in deep breaths with me. He then took a quick look at me with those eyes that I will always be struck by no matter what.

" .. they wanted to touch you, and I didn't let them."

I didn't want to be emotional at the moment seeing in what situation we are in. But I couldn't help it after hearing those words come out from his mouth. Pools of water started to trail from my eyes as I grazed my hand over the bruises on Zayn. I couldn't help but think that this is all my fault.

His hand caught mine and I just started to sob. "Don't even think that this is your fault, Audrey."

I whipped it away from him. "But it is, okay? All of this! I should have never entered your life and the others!! None of this would have happened if -- "

"If I had the courage from the start." He cutted me.

I don't know what dawned me; maybe it was the fear of upcoming death or some other external reason. But, I had to do it .. my mind, my body my .. spirit is telling me to. For a split second I asked God for a logical reason on why I should do it .. but then I literally saw the reason on why ..

"Because this moment simply is." I whispered to myself.

"What?"

As soon as my gaze met his I leaned in forward and crashed my lips on his. It didn't him too long to kiss back while trying to press me towards him with his weak hand. While we were kissing, I started to cry. He noticed and he pulled away.

"Zayn, I am scared. I'm trying to be brave for the both of us but I am really scared." I said in between sobs.

I found my self collapsing in Zayn's body, me landing on the perfect space between his arms and his ribs. My hot tears staining his polo.