Zayn's POV
After several tries I finally got a cab to pull over and jumped in. I quickly told him the address.
Once there I threw money at him and jumped out, grabbing the ladder from the side of the house and putting it next to her window. I climbed up, knocking on the window, where her head snapped up, eyes red and bloodshot, watery mascara pooling under her eyes, snot everywhere.
She opened it before stepping back and I crawled in, getting out of the light rain.
She looked up at me, lip quivering, tears falling down her cheeks, she looked totally and utterly broken.
"Come here, my love." I whispered, wrapping my arms around her tiny shaking frame and hugging her tight to me.
I looked at her door, making sure it was locked, and it was.
I pressed my lips to her forehead, letting them stay there.
She cried into my neck, the never ending sound of her weeps being muffled.
I rubbed her back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
"Want to tell me what's wrong?" I frowned.
"I.. I'm.." She croaked out.
Her lip quivered before she shook her head, throwing her head in her hands as she continued to cry, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Make it stop." She whined.
I eyed the bottle of scotch on her desk, it was half empty.
"Did you drink all that?" I asked, bringing her onto my lap.
"I thought it would help the pain?" She slurred slightly, head falling onto my shoulder.
"My poor baby." I said sadly, laying down so we were both on our sides.
I pulled her close to me, enveloping her into the safety of my arms.
"I'm here. It's okay. I'm right here, my love." I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead repeatedly.
She cried for almost 45 minutes before finally stopping, only sniffles here and there, eyes red, watery, and bloodshot.
"How long have you been crying? Like before I got here." I asked her, rubbing her back.
She looked over at the clock, before looking down, playing with my fingers.
"About three hours." She hiccuped.
"Do you want to tell me what all this is about?" I asked her softly.
"I think I'm a bit too intoxicated for that." She sighed.
"You might feel better."
"Not right now." She squeezed her eyes shut, tears desperate to come out.
"My poor poor baby." I sighed, kissing the top of her head.
"Do you want me to spend the night?" I asked her.
"Please." Her voice cracked.
I nodded and sat up, bringing her with me.
"Let's get changed then." I said.
She stood up before walking out of her room and into the hall, coming back with a pair of pajama's from one of the twin's room.
She handed them to me and looked down at her nails as I changed into them, not caring if she saw, she's already seen everything.
"C'mon, change." I said, handing her some pajamas I saw carelessly thrown over her chair.
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