Smile » Zianourry Zayn Centric AU

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||Liam's P.O.V||

"Oh Liam he's burning up" Mum commented feeling Zayn's forehead. He hasn't woken up and it's about 11 a.m and mum's freaking out. "Oh my goodness I have to stay home from work and take him to the doctors" she continued.

"Mum calm down, you can't miss another day or work, me or Lou will take him to the doctors just don't worry" I replied as Zayn woke up with a cough.

"Hey Zayn how you feeling" mum asked holding his hand.

"Not that bad" he crooked with a scratchy voice. Great now mum's gonna freak and insist on taking him to the doctor. "Actually I feel perfectly fine" he lied with a smile.

||Zayn's P.O.V||

Aunt Trisha left to work and Liam was in the car waiting for me. The thing is I absolutely hate the doctor. I mean I could just run for it, but that's obviously not gonna work. I tied my shoe lace and decided that it's time to face my fears.

I faked a smile towards Liam as I fastened my seat belt. "Liam do we have to go to the doctor?" I mumbled, my heart was beating and my palms sweaty.

"Yeah sorry mate" I fell my throat tighten and my vision blur. I held back tears as we pulled into the parking. I hate the doctor. My father was a doctor and despite him being out so much he still found time to make my life hell. I wiped the tears before the fell and opened the door with a shakey hand. "Don't worry Zayn you'll be fine" Liam smiled setting a hand on my shoulder holding me closer to him.

The doctor's office was surprisingly empty and in no time it was my turn. Liam followed behind as the doctors assistant smiled lightly at me. "Alright Zayn can you stand on the scale for me" I can't do this. Not in front of Liam. He'll probably tell everyone how much I weigh and talk about all the fat oozing out of me.

I stepped on the scale shakily and waited as it teased me with multiple different numbers before it landed on 87 pounds. I never felt so disgusted with myself. I'm so stupid how could I let myself become like this.

They next mesured my height as I stood at a whooping 5'1 and a half. Liam looked at me disappointedly. I wish I could control my height.

The nurse than led us to a room where we waited with complete silence until the doctor walked in. He did all the normal procedures and told me I would have to stay in bed and refrain from any heavy excersise.

When we got home Liam headed straight upstairs without uttering a word. My heart sank realizing that he was probably going to tell everybody my weight. Than they'll know how much more useless I am.

||Liam's P.O.V||

When they weighed Zayn at the doctors it had me worried sick. He was beyond under weight for his age. Not to mention he was also really small. "Hey how'd the doctors go?" Niall asks as I enter my bedroom.

"Great" I reply sarcastically

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing"

"Okay then" Niall left the room muttering something's about me "bringing down his Sunday vibe" or something. I decided that leaving Zayn without talking to him wasn't the best idea.

I walked downstairs to find him asleep with a Harry Potter book in his hand. I lifted him up deciding on taking him to Harry's room. He was absolutely burning, I took the blankets off him knowing that's what Mum makes us do whenever we have a fever.

"Sleep tight" I whisper running a hand through his hair.

"Worthless" Zayn whispers to himself in his sleep. I looked at his small figure confused as Harry entered the room.

"Harry does Zayn usually talk in his sleep?" I question thinking back to his first night here.

"Yup, like all the time" Harry mumbled grabbing his phone. I wonder whats causing all this. I sighed getting up and heading out.

||Zayn's P.O.V||

The boys were all at school and I was stuck home alone. Aunt Trisha left with me with 20 bucks for pizza and her number in case of an emergency. She only left after I told her I'd be fine 30 times. I hold everyone back from everything. A waste of space. I stared at my wrist itching for the feeling of the cool blade. I eyed my small bag before grabbing it and entering the bathroom and locking it just incase.

I grabbed the blade removing all the bracelets holding the blade down before slicing my skin, the words of my father playing in my mind "worthless" "fat" "no even your own mother loved you". The tears suddenly found themselves streaming down my face. "I don't deserve to live" I mutter a I go for one more cut.

Tears began pouring out even more as I just let myself bleed. I hate myself. I wish death would just come and take me away but it's not that easy. I cleaned the razor wiping my bleeding wrist and placing the bracelets on my wrist once again hiding the ugly scares.

I walked downstairs to find Niall home. "Hey bud I got you your schedule" he smiled passing me a folded paper. "I think you have math class with Harold but I'm not sure yet" he smiled

"Thank you" I mumbled shyly as I looked at the paper in my hands. A new school tomorrow and the only people I know are my cousins. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement.

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I'm so sorry for the wait, but I'm back so I'll try updating regularly. Also sorry about the slow chapter things will get more interesting later on. Comment what you think is gonna happen next. Love you all.