When Opposites Attract. (One Direction Fan-Fiction.)

Chapter 4. :)

Still in 2010.

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Zayn's P.O.V*

~Flashback.~

My phone starts ringing, walking me up from my nap. I quickly pick it up, "Ello?" I ask, huskily. "Zayn, has Valerie arrived at your house yet? I told her to call me when she did, and it's been about an hour." Linda, my girlfriends mother, says. "Uh, no. I didn't know she was coming, honestly." I respond, confused. Where could she be? "Hold on, their is someone on the other line." She shoots back.

I look out the window. Another rainy day in Bradford. The rain echoes as it hits my roof, causing an abundant amount of noise. I walk closer to my window, with my phone still pressed to my ear, and look out. 'No sign of Valerie', I think to myself. I look down the road and still see nothing. I start getting worried, but contain my cool. 'She probably stopped at a friends', I think to myself, yet again. I know better, though. She would have call her mother or me.

"Oh god, Zayn! Oh god!" Linda's voice cries out into the phone, "S-she's at the hospital! That w-was the police! Oh god!" My. Heart. Stops. The world slowly stops, my eyes scan over the endless photos of us on my wall. I loose my breathe. This isn't happening. I'm going to wake up any second now, but I know I'm wrong. This doesn't happen in dreams. I'm living my own hellish nightmare.

I slam the phone down, slipping on jeans and a tee, along with my high tops. I race down the steps and out the door, not bothering to tell anyone where I'm going. I hop in my car, turning the keys, and backing out. 'Please be ok', I plead in my thoughts. 'She will be', I scold myself. I go, about, twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. Dodging cars, which are only blurrs because of the tears in my eyes. I pull around a sharp corner and my eyes bulge at what beholds me.

An eighteen wheeler, turned over, on top of a red Ferrari. Not just any red Ferrari, Valerie's Ferrari. My breathe hitches as the tears stream faster. My heart races insanely and unnaturally fast. I do a u-turn and take the next fastest route to the hospital.

Once there, I park and sprint in the electric doors. I run to the lady behind the desk and say, "Lambert. Valerie Lambert." She looks up at me, then down at her computer screen. She clicks, as well as types, a few things. "She's, well, go talk to her family in the waiting room, just through that door." The women responds. She has a look in her eyes that says she is hiding something from me.

I dodge through that door and see Linda, Michael -her father-, and Synthia -her sister- sobbing to no end. My mouth becomes dry, my eyes start watering, my knees suddenly can't hold me up. I fall to my knees as the words leave my mouth, "S-she's dead, isn't she?" They look up and cry even more. My heart could be ripped out of my chest, yet I still wouldn't feel the equal amount of pain this causes me. This is surreal. Why take my everything? Why not take me instead? Because that's basically what happened when she left.

~End of Flashback.~

"I'm sorry." Rosalie mutters. Did I say something? I shake my head and say, "S'okay." I throw my backpack over my shoulder, making sure my smokes are in there. "I'm ready, let's go." I say, walking out my room. I hear her close behind. I throw my shoes back on, as does she, and we step outside in the blistering cold.

"O-oh god, it's cold." She stutters, half way there. I toss off my leather jacket and throw it around her shoulders, "Here you are." "Thank you." She replies, grateful. I smile, "You're welcome." I wink, which results in a soft pink tenting her cheeks. We make our way in her house an into the living room. "So, whatcha wanna do?" I ask, plopping a seat on the couch. "I really don't know." She speaks.

I shrug and pull my smoke out from my bag. She's occupied scanning through the bookshelf. I quickly stick it in my mouth, cup my hands around it, and light it. I inhale deeply, savoring the bitter smoke, before exhaling the dealthy musk. "Zayn Malik! No! You can't just smoke in here! My house, my rules." She yells, snatching the cig from my hand. "Aye! Give it back!" I scream standing up. "No." She smirks, throwing it in the trash after putting it out. "Why are you such a bitch?" I yell off instinct.

Her face drops. "Wow, thanks." She stutters, her voice cracking, yet she continues, "I thought we would actually have fun. Be friends this weekend. I guess I was wrong." A small tear forms but she inhales sharply. "Leave." The word rolls off her tongue and is like venom to my ears. "You're overreacting. My god. It was just a word!" I argue. "A word I'm so use to. A word that kills me little by little. You don't get it, do you? You're 'mister popular' and I'm a loner. A simple loner, waste of oxygen. I always get called names. You never do. We're complete oppisites." She literally screams at the top of her lungs.

I'm taken back at the selection of her words. "W-who says it to you?" I ask quietly. "Everyone- that's not the point though." She quickly replies. She takes another deep breathe and says, "I think it's best if you leave." I weigh my options. If I go, I won't have to put with her and can spend the night alone, but if I don't, I get in trouble and don't get to see her. I know, that makes no sense, but when she came around, nothing in my life made sense and it still doesn't. I've been thinking so much and questioning everything I do. Smoking, partying, one night stands, everything. I haven't had a serious relationship in about a year or two and I'm not planning on one anytime soon. "No." I state. "Yes." She whines. "I'm not going, end of conversation." I say sternly before sitting back down on the couch.

BOOM. The lights flick back on as the generator turns off. "Thank god." I say. Without a word, she sits down next to me with the remote in her hand. She turns on the tv, scrolling through the guide. Her soft, beautiful eyes stare at the screen. Her perfume lingers through the air, sending my nose in a frenzy. Flawless. "Quit looking at me." She demands. I huff and roll my eyes. She is so demanding and controlling. "Ooh! X-factor! I love this show so much!" Her voice echoes through the air and her face lights up. X-factor. "Ha, that's funny. I'm leaving next weekend to audition in front of the judges." I say.

"Really? Can I hear you sing? Please?" She asks, popping her bottom lip out and interlocking her fingers. Irresistible. I clear my throat and begin,

*Rosalies P.O.V*

"Baby I just don't get it, do you enjoy being hurt? I know you smell the perfume, the make up on his shirt. You don't believe his stories, you know that they're all lies. Bad as you are, you stick around and I don't know why. If I was your man, baby you, wouldn't have to worry about what I'd do. I'd be coming home back to you, every night, holding you tight." Zany's remarkable voice sings. Wow. He has an insane voice. Literally. "You're incredible!" I say in awe. He brushes it off and says, "I'm ok." He continues to stare at the screen. "You're so going to make it." I simply state. He's going against Liam, too! But when he told me next weekend, something inside me crumbled and shattered. I just don't know what.

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