Dawn of Love (Z.M.)

Chapter 12. I'm Here For You.

Track for the chapter~

Count on me (Bruno Mars)

Lou's POV.

"No one does Lou, no one. I know it.", Zayn sniffed, as I held him tight.

I really hate seeing him like this. Every fibre of me wants to throw out all the pain that he has been feeling since so many years. But every time I tried do so, I failed, miserably.

It's a kind of pain that'll last lifelong. Had I been in his place, I would have felt the same. Though I absolutely don't want him to do that.

It hurts really bad seeing Zayn like this. Seeing him so vulnerable, so broken from his insides.

I don't know how far I have succeeded in reducing the ache that he feels, maybe not at all, but I tried. I tried so hard to make him feel better all the time he felt like shit.

"I'll be back.", Zayn's strangled voice reached my ears as he abruptly pulled away from me, and got off the bed.

"Bro where are you going?", I asked, completely puzzled.

Without answering me, Zayn crawled outside the room.

Wiping the water from my eyes, I adjusted myself on the bed, sitting in silence.

After two minutes, Zayn came back into the room slowly, as if forcing himself to take each step.

My eyes fell on the kind of paper that he carried in his hand.

"What is it?", I asked as he came to sit beside me.

The front side of the paper became visible to me, and my heart sank.

"Zayn. No.", I tried to snatch the photograph from his hand.

He really can't do this to himself, not again. Because the last time he did it, he caught a fever, and I really can't let him suffer like that again.

"They..they hated me so much Lou.", a drop of tear fell off Zayn's eye, on the photograph.

"So much.', his shaky voice sent an excruciating pain inside me.

"Zayn for God's sake leave it.", I tried to snatch the photograph from his hand again.

But he, he just didn't want to let it go.

I don't even know how he found this photograph again. Because the last time I saw it, I made sure he didn't ever see it again.

How did he manage to find it again?

"Am I that bad a person Lou? So much that a father and mother are forced to leave their seven year kid in a mansion, all by himself?", Zayn's eyes didn't leave the photograph for a second, as it became wet with the constant tears falling on it.

"Zayn, please stop it.", I almost cried.

"Am I that bad?", Zayn's eyes met mine, and the pain that I saw in his eyes, made my heart jump up to my throat.

"Lou please tell me! Am I that bad?", his eyes bore into mine, hope and pain visible in those caramel eyes.

I wanted to answer him, but words wouldn't just come out of my mouth. The words that I wanted to say to him, to maybe make him feel better were stuck in my throat.

Shifting my eyes, to the photograph, I gulped down the bile that was rising in my throat.

My eyes were fixed on the little boy in that picture, the delighted, jolly guy in there, holding hands with his parents, looking like the happiest person in the world.