Stand - Zayn Malik AU

Prologue

"Ella, shut the fuck up." Jake slurs. The anger inside me bubbles up in my stomach and I snatch the bottle from his hand and throw it in the garbage. I didn't even care, with the adrenaline and anger running through my veins, I feel like I could do anything. Temporarily at least. I look at him and his eyes are clouded over with red rims due to the alcohol in his system.

"What the fuck?" Jake stands up from his seat on the couch abruptly. His drastic height change took me aback but I didn't falter. I stand my ground. I see the venom in his eyes and I am not backing down. This always happens. He gets drunk, he yells at me and smacks me around, I cry and go to bed just to wake up and find him passed out on the kitchen floor. But not tonight. Tonight will be the night I stand up for myself.

"Ella. I'm so fucking- I'm so sick of your shit. " He says walking towards me slowly. I take a step back. This isn't happening. Not tonight. My body tenses up and I force down all my anxiety; swallowing the lump forming in my throat. Regardless of my fear of him hurting me once again, I kept a strong façade.

" I didn't do anything wrong." I say once I trust my voice not to crack. He lets out a low chuckle. I feel the stinging pain of tears threatening to spill. I hate getting yelled at, no matter who it is. I hate that feeling of lighting inside of your body that starts to ignite right when you get bad news or someone makes you feel low.

"But you don't get it. I don't want you. I never wanted you." He spits.

I feel like I have been punched. The air is knocked out of me. At first everything went numb. It was like my brain didn't comprehend what happened but my body was ready to fall to the floor. It hits me. He never loved me. I feel my hands shaking and my world slowly falling apart. I feel like the ground has been taken from under my feet.

I've never felt this amount of pain in my whole entire life. I feel as if my heart has been ripped out of my chest and shredded into pieces. It's all my fault too. I wasn't pretty enough. I wasn't smart enough. I wasn't good enough. A tear escapes and runs down my cheek. Big mistake. Now he has the upper hand. He knows that he hit a chord.

"You don't mean that. You're drunk!" I mutter out at him, using the last of my strength to push him and he falls back on the couch. My voice was starting to feel like it was ready to quit.

He chuckles. The chuckles turn into full blown laughter after tension-filled minutes. My eyes look around and go back to the mad 19 year old boy I used to love, laughing like a crazed maniac on the couch. He was truly insane. But I guess I was more insane for falling in love with him multiple times.

I stand there with my fists at my sides and my eyebrows furrowed. I bite my lip and tears uncontrollably fall from my eyes and run down my cheeks. I was breaking and he laughed at what he could do to me.

"You just made a huge mistake Ella." He manages to say through his laughter.

He slowly stands up from his spot on the couch again. I back away and my eyes look around the room searching for an exit. Jake slowly stalks towards me and stands and inches away from me.

"What?" I manage to mumble. I don't trust my voice enough to speak louder than a mouse. He just laughs again. A venomous sound. I honestly saw this moment coming but I didn't want my mother to be right. I didn't want my friends to be right.

"You fell in love with me." He says answers back. My heart feels like it has stopped beating. I can only pray that this wouldn't lead to what I've been dreading.

"What do you want from me?" I ask. "Why are you still with me?" My voice is trembling. I already knew the answer. For the past year he's been begging- no, demanding, that I let him take my virginity. I couldn't do it.

"Ella, you know what I want!" he yells. All of the mock joy was completely gone and replaced with rage and frustration. His hands came slamming down on my shoulders and he shook me slightly. The smell of Jack Daniels filled my nostrils. I immediately flinch back and try to wiggle from his intense grip. It looks like his eyes soften. What if he realises that this is all wrong and he's wrong? This little flicker of change in his eyes; the flicker I miss so dearly. I don't trust it. A voice in the back of my head told me he would revert back to this monster; that the old Jacob Olsen is gone.

"You know I can't do that Jacob."

He puts his hand in my hair. Its a warm comforting feelings. I lean in the direction of his hand and close my eyes out of habit. His grip tightens and he has a chunk of my hair ready to rip out or drag me down. He holds on to it throws me by my dirty blonde hair on to the couch as I predicted. Why am I so stupid?

Theres a stinging sensation on the side of my head. The tears sting my eyes and he climbs on top of me as my vision starts to blur. He violently rips the shorts I had been wearing off of me and starts unbuckling his own belt.

"Jake. Stop please!" I yell in his face. My hands shot up in defence a tried to push him off. He cocks his hand back and strikes me across the face. I cry out and turn my head. If I do anything stupid he'll kill me.

"Jake!" I scream this time. My legs kick at him and I try to cover myself with my arms and get out from under his hold.

I take the chance and bite his hand as hard as I can. He shouts and rolls off of me. I immediately stand up and run to our bedroom, nearly tripping on my shorts and underwear. I slam the door before he could reach me; hastily locking the door. I can't manage to find air. I thought I loved him. He took something so precious to me without effort. It felt like hours but in reality it's only been 45 minutes since the argument even started.

"You fell in love with me." His voice rang through my ears, that our 2 years was a mistake.

"Ella get the fuck out here!" I hear him boom from the hallway.

I escape my thoughts and grab the nearest pair of pants and pull them up my sore legs. I spot my phone on the dresser and snatch it. Before my brain realises what's going on, I dial my Mum's number.

"Ella? Are you alright? It's 2 in the morning?" My sleepy mother says through the phone. Jake starts banging the door and I hear a crack in the wood.

"Mum . I- its Jake he's-" I don't get to finish my sentence. The bedroom door is hit again and a cascade of wood splinters fly through the air and I drop my phone.

"You stupid bitch!" he screams. His arm through the hole, frantically patting around for the door knob. I grabbed my phone again and breathe out.

"M-mom, he's drunk. He r-raped m-me." The words felt so disgusting to admit. I felt bile rise in the back of my throat. He stole something I wanted to save until I was ready. It wasn't okay at all. I couldn't make out what my mom was saying through my screaming. Jake had unlocked the door and barged himself in. I screamed and ran towards the closet.

"Stupid fucking bitch!" He boomed. I felt him grip my wrist and yank me back once I reach the other door. I screamed out in pain hoping my mom would hear me from the phone that was now on the floor. He grabs the nearest object and hits me over the head with it. It was our bedside table lamp. The glass base shattered against my temple and I felt a rush of dizziness. I wasn't sure if my eyes were closed or I was seeing black spots.

"I can't fucking stand you. I hate you Ella." He says in a rough voice.

He lets go of my arm; letting my body instantly crumble to the floor. I only heard my ragged breathing and a loud throbbing noise in my head. He didn't move. My vision seemed to loose itself further and I heard him stomp away in frustration. I close my eyes, ready to be consumed by darkness.

Suddenly there's a dull pain rushing to the surface of my face. Heat rushed to that area; intensifying the pain from the lamp and the places he held me down. He kicked my face. I tried to open my eyes again but it's all blurry from tears. I tried to scream out again but my voice seemed to gone mute. My body gave up and I entered oblivion.

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HEYY. So this is our first fanfiction we've written in over 2 years. We're getting back into the mojo of things and it's gonna be glitter af.
Co-writers; @jaimemalikokay and @fingercakes