One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Bradford Bad Boi - Part 2

RING RING!

It was about 1am when your phone started ringing. You hadn't been able to fall asleep yet, you were too worried about Zayn. You picked up your phone and saw it was Zayn calling.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Y/N it's Zayn."

"Thank God. How are you?"

"I'm... I'm not gonna lie Y/N. I'm not good. Is your dad home tonight?"

"No. He's in London for a business trip. Why?"

"Can I come over?"

"Of course you can. Are you ok?"

"No... I'm not love. But I will be as soon as I see you."

"Ok. I'll be waiting."

"I love you."

"I love you too Zayn."

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KNOCK KNOCK!

You bolted down the stairs as someone knocked on the door. You checked through the peep-hole and saw it was Zayn. You unlocked the door and let him in.

"Oh my gosh..." you said in awe as you saw him.

"Hi..." he mumbled.

"What did they do to you?" you wept, tears starting to form in your eyes. "Margaret!" you called out. "Get the first aid kit!! Can you make it up the stairs?" you asked him.

"I'll try," he nodded.

"Ok. Lean on me if you need to," you offered. You put your arms around him to keep him steady as he hobbled up the stairs slowly. Once you got to your room. You laid him down on your bed. He laid there in agony.

"Zayn what happened?"

"I got into a fight," he said, rolling his shoulder back.

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter why."

"Yes it bloody does. Don't pull this on me. What was the fight about?" you persisted.

"It was over you. Those boys were making stupid and filthy remarks about you, so I started a fight with them. They got what they deserved," he said.

"But you didn't. Zayn look at yourself. They really hurt you."

"You think I'm bad? You should see the other guys."

"What happened to them?" you inquired.

"They're dead," he replied. Your eyes went wide.

"Dead? Did you kill them?"

"No love I'm kidding. But they did get a bloody good beating. No one talks about my girlfriend like that. No one. Y/N... I'm really not as bad as everyone thinks I am. I know that what happened tonight contradicts that, but you know me. More than anyone else in the world does. I just don't want you to think any less of me," he said, sitting up and grabbing your hands in his.

"I don't think any less of you. I'm just worried about you. I don't want you out there fighting," you told him, running one of your hands through his hair. He leant his head into your hand and nuzzled against it. "I just want you to be careful."

"I am. I'm a lot more careful since I've been dating you, in comparison to before I was. I used to drink and not care about what happened to me. Now I do. Because I have you. I have something worth being careful for."

"I want you to be safe. I don't want you to get killed or something."

"Y/N this life... it's hard. It's not something I chose. I was chosen."