Five.

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Okay I'm going to be honest, it's been years since I've even came back to this. And I found that I had some drafts left, and well, here you go???

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A typical night outside in good old Bradford.

Well? Not so typical since I have a beat up kid-- young adult in the passenger seat of my black sports car.

He hasn't said anything except for telling me quite annoyed that he's not a kid. I was like that too when I was younger.. I've always acted way older than I really was, and when people would act like I was a ignorant kid, I would get furious.

"Hey Uh..." I begin, looking at the beautiful stranger next to me, then back at the road. "You don't have to tell me anything yet... I mean, you don't even know me and all that..." I trail off. By now the beautiful boy with light brown eyes.. Or maybe hazel... Is looking back at me intently, making me slightly nervous.... Wait. What was I even saying? "Uh my names Liam,"

He nods, not saying anything.

"I'm taking that you're a thinker, and not a talker Hm?" The stranger looks at me, with the corner of his lip going upwards in a some what smile... That small little smile making me feel giddy inside. "Right." I smile back, looking back at the road.

The car ride is silent, a awkward silence if I might add. But, it's sort of refreshing at the same time. I'm always so used to being around a lot of noise.

"Hey so, I'm going to take you back to my flat okay? So I can tend to your wounds." The stranger looks at me with wide scared eyes, making me frown. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.. You can trust me.. Even though we just met and i still don't know your name."

The beautiful boy looks down, a light blush forming on his cheeks.

I made him blush?

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"So this is my house, casa de payno!" I grin holding the door open for the boy. He looks at me strangely. "I'm not sure if you're confused by my awful attempt of speaking spanish, saying Payno, or... ?" The boys smiles. "Okay." I chuckle, "Uh now follow me, the bathroom is right over here." I say making my way down the hall. The sound of our foot steps being heard. I open the door to my bathroom and flip the light switch on, making the room visible. I motion the stranger to take a seat on the toilet as I go through my cabinets looking for my first aid kit.

I feel so out of character.

This isn't who I am at all.

"So.. What happened back there?" I silently ask, as I clean the medium sized cuts on his olive skin. The boy winces a little, and I mutter out a sorry.

I never say sorry.

"I feel really bad for asking you all these questions you know." I sigh, scratching behind my neck. "I know I hate it when people ask me question after question..."  I grab a few bandages and put them on to cover his wounds. "There.. You're all settled down now." I softly smile at him and he looks down to the floor, i turn around and grab the first aid kit, putting it back in the cabinet underneath the sink.

"Zayn." He speaks, making a shiver go down my spine. "M' names Zayn."

"Zayn.." I say softly, loving the way it sounds. He nods looking back down. "The name suits you." I smile to myself. "You should talk more often you know? A voice like yours is demand to be heard."

The boy looks up at me, a small blush forming on his cheeks again.


"Why are you doing this?" He questions. "I'm nothing special.. You don't even know me.. And you wouldn't want to know me either.."

"I think that's the most I've heard you talk, Zayn." I chuckle, and he looks down. "And don't say that about yourself either lad.. You're worth more than that. You know, this isn't my real character." He looks at me confused.

"Don't worry, I'm quite confused too.. Let's just say, people are scared of me.. I'm a cold hearted person as well." I bitterly laugh, but then, I look back into those beautiful light brown eyes that old a hint of Hazel in them. "But you.." I start off. "You bring the good out of me, even though like I said a lot of times before, we don't even know eachother."


I motion him to follow me out of the bathroom.

"So.. Why help me?" He asks quietly once we reached the kitchen, I walk over to the fridge and grab two bottles of water and hand him one.

"You reminded me of myself." I twist the cap off. "Someone broken, needing a reason to stay strong."

Zayn fiddles with the cap of his water.

"Now.. I know what I saw back there.. I may not know what might've triggered that.... But.. Something pretty terrible must've occurred for you to actually want to take your own life away... And I don't even want to think of what could've happened if I wasn't there... But let me just tell you this. Things happen for a reason. And things will get better in the end."

Zayn gets up from his seat, shaking his head furiously making me look taken back.

"No." He says. "No, you don't know shit. Things will never get better.. At least not for me. Y-You shouldn't have even been there! I could've been gone right now. You ruined that.. I finally could've gotten a chance at happiness but something always has to happen." He looks at me dead in the eye. His once light eyes, now into a darker shade of brown. He sighs. "I should just leave." He mutters, getting up from his seat and making his way to the front door, me following closely behind.

"No, please don't--"

"Thank you for taking me in.. But that's all a person like me deserves. Bye Liam." And with that, the beautiful stranger leaves through the front door, running through the dark empty streets.

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So hello it's been like what? 5 years?

Yes I'm alive.

Sadly.

Too dark?

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