Zayn Malik, I. [zustin mieber]

Chapter 3

the always in my heart tweet got 1million retweets. i'm not crying, my eyes are just sweaty. also, remember, the last chapter was private and had important information in it... you'll have to follow me to read it. 

When we go to pick up Niall, Zayn tells me about the paining he was making for me. He tells me that it wasn't anything specific, but it looked cool. He tells me that some kids in his class threw books at the canvas, making it break. 

"That's not nice," I say. I say it because I don't know what to say. I'm angry, so angry that Zay's getting bullied again. I thought that when he changed schools the taunting would stop. At least no one at this school has sent Zayn to the hospital. I shake my head and take one of Zayn's hand. 

"It's not like I was h-hurt..." Zayn squeezes me hand. And that's when I know he's lying. Of course this isn't about a painting. There's something else bugging him. I want to ask Zayn what it is, but I know not to push anything right now. I let Zayn go to Niall's door. I watch as the energetic blond boy comes out of his house. He looks at his house then to the car. Niall says something to Zayn, and Zayn says something back. Then they're hugging. I feel jealousy wash over me and remind myself that they're just friends. Plus Niall said he was straight... Yet again I said that too but then I met Zayn and my dick went Girls? Nope. Him? Fuck yes. I smile at Zayn when he gets back in the car. Niall sits in the back, behind Zayn. He looks at me with a small smile. 

"Hello Justin," Niall says. Something is wrong with him too. He, judging my yesterday, should be bouncing around the backseat. 

"Hi, Niall," I say. "Does anyone know where we're going?" 

"Let's just hang out at our place, babe. Niall doesn't mind," Zayn says. Niall nods from the back seat. I give them both a nod before driving off. Halfway through the drive I notice Zayn is texting... And so is Niall. It takes me a few seconds to realize they're texting each other. I rolled my eyes and tried to keep a smile from my face. Zayn's such a dork. When we get to our house Niall starts to laugh. 

"I'm in a car with Justin Bieber," He says before getting out of the car. There's the Niall from yesterday. He looks at me and that's when I notice a bruise on his cheek. Oh my... I look at Zayn. He can tell I've seen something. Zayn shakes his head, mouthing a 'no'. I want to ask about it. I really do. 

"Well now you're going to be in my house," I say. 

"I've been over before. Just I never knew you lived there too. You learn something new each day!" Niall walks towards the front door. Zayn puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"Don't let him know you saw. He tried to cover it," Zayn mumbles. His mouth is close to my ear and I can hear his breathing. "When he's ready he'll tell you. Don't push things with him, okay?" I nod and stay close to Zayn while he unlocks the door and lets Niall go inside first. I love this house, because no one knows I live here so there's never and paps or crazy girls outside. It's just Zayn and I, when I'm here that is. 

I feel bad for Zayn. He has to spend months at a time without seeing me. I know I suffer too, just he barley has anyone. His parents abandoned him, his old friends turned on him and I'm usually gone. I guess Zayn has Niall now too, but still. That's one person out of seven billion. I wish I could do something to help. We end up in the kitchen, Zayn making Niall and I coffees and himself a tea. 

"One day, Zayn... Your blood will turn into tea. I swear it's all you drink," Niall says. I nod in agreement. I don't think I've ever seen Zayn drink something else. Maybe water, but that's it. 

"Niall's right. Hell, you might even cum tea," I say. Beside me Niall chokes on nothing before he starts to laugh. He doesn't stop laughing for a few good minutes. I look at Zayn as if to ask if he's okay but I don't. I reconize the face Zayn's making. He's looking at Niall with worry. I look at Niall and wonder if this has something to do with the bruise on his cheek. 

"Cum tea..." Niall laughs. "Imagine that!" He wipes his eyes and tries to calm down. He turns to me and only starts to laugh again. I roll my eyes and smile. It's good to know Zayn's hanging out with good people and not assholes that use him to their advantage. Once Zayn is done making our drinks he gives them to us, an awkward silence falling over us. I look at Zayn then to Niall. Neither boy looks like they want to talk. Zayn suddenly speaks up. 

"Justin, does Alyssa still live in the area? I don't have her number. Maybe she could come over," Zayn says. 

"Yeah she does. Are you okay with that Niall?" I ask. Niall looks up from his tea as if just remembering where he is. 

"What? Yeah no problem," He says. Niall looks down. 

"Are you okay?" I ask, and Zayn makes a noise that resembles a growl. I shoot him a look. If I want to be worried about Niall then I can be. God, doesn't Zayn know about how much I care about my fans? Niall is a fan so I have to care about him right now. Niall forces a smile. 

"I am, thanks for asking." 

"Are you enjoying the tea?" Zayn asks. Niall glares at Zayn. 

"No." 

"The weather?" 

"No." 

"The books?" Zayn's voice shakes with the last one. 

"Y-Yes," Niall stutters. He looks down. "I am." I look between the two. I am so confused right now. It'slike they have some secret language. I get my phone out and text Alyssa, telling her to come over to hang out. She replies four minutes later, telling me she's on her way. Alyssa is one of the only people that knows about Zayn and I. She was the first person to support it. 

"Do you guys need to talk privately?" I ask. Niall nods his head, not looking up. I tell them I'll be in the bedroom and to get me when Alyssa gets here. I really want to know what's wrong with Niall, but I can understand why he might not want to tell an almost stranger his problems. I'm not even out of the kitchen when Niall starts crying. I almost walk back in to hug him, but I know Zayn will to that. I hear upstairs and lie on the bed. I start to think about last night when Zayn was under me. Sometimes I feel bad for calling him a slut but I know he likes it. Zayn may be quiet but he's pretty kinky sometimes. I smile to myself. What did I ever do to deserve someone like Zayn? You saved him, I tell myself. You saved him when no one else would. 

F me, this was an emotional chapter. Alyssa will be in the next one, she's pretty awesome. I hope you like this book so far! More coming soon!