Over Again (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 16 The Departure

NATHAN'S POV

I reacted quickly. What the fuck was wrong with him. Lots of things were going in my head. I headbutted him away causing him to fall back on a chair. I went up to him and socked him so hard in the face my knuckles started bleeding but I didn't care at the moment. He tried to fight back but him being drunk didnt really help him. I punched him again on the face then the stomach. I was gonna punch him again but he collapsed on the floor. Why me? Why was I always the 'victim'? I went to the kitchen and got some bandaids for my bleeding hands and went back to the room. Zayn wasn't bleeding or anything so that was good, I didn't have to tend to his wounds.

'Should I Leave him here?' I asked myself.

No I'm going to have to take him home... By myself, If I bring someone they'll ask what happened and I don't ever want to remember that. I sorta hated Zayn right now. He knows that I'm happy with Cher and was having a fun Christmas and he pulls off this. But there's one thing that I gotta remember, he was drunk. Something must have happened between him and Perrie because Zayn never drank. Ever.

I cleaned the mess of glass on the floor and took it to the trash and locked the doors of the place. Once back at the room, I pick up Zayn and put him on my back. Im surprised I could carry him. Im not calling him fat Im just surprised I could carry him bit whatever. I closed the door behind me as I entered the foggy weather.

'Bluh' Zayn smelled like alcohol and I didn't like it one bit. He had a smell of cologne mixed with vomit. I'm surprised I didn't vomit myself from the stench. It bothered me. We got to his place and knocked on his door. After a few seconds, the door opened and in came Zayn's adoptive mother.

'What happened to him?' She squealed.

'He passed out while I was cleaning the clubhouse.' I lie.

'Oh thank you. My husband and I are very sorry for not attending your party' she says in a convincing manner'

'Its alright. I'm just gonna take Zayn to his room'

'You do that' she says smiling and then heading upstairs to her room.

I walk slowly up the stairs making sure not to drop Zayn.

I get to his room and enter. I set Zayn on the bed and see that he has a notebook on his bedside table. I looked inside and there were lots of poems. When I read them carefully, I realized that they were song lyrics. They had notes beside the lyrics. I saw one that caught my eye.

'Last First Kiss'

After reading it, I ripped it from the notebook and put it folded up into my pocket. Before I left, I looked back and thankfully Zayn was asleep. This might be the last time ever speaking to him..

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ZAYN'S POV

I woke up with a huge headache and some pain around my body. I groaned as I sat up on my bed and checked my messages. They were all Merry Christmas ones and realized that there wasn't any from Nate. Weird.

Wait what happened last night? I tried to remember but the last thing I do remember is that I went to the billiards room and then passed out on the chair in there. Nate probably brought me home. I got up and walked to the bathroom. When I look in the mirror I look in shock. I have a black eye and a broken lip. I then pull my shirt up and see bruises all over my body. What in the world happened? I decide to take a warm shower to try to remember what happened. I just sit there as the warm water pats my head. I get out of the shower and just look at myself in the mirror thinking and then it comes back to me... Everything... From telling Nate about Cher to kissing Nate. What the fuck was wrong with me! I hate myself to death at the moment. I probably left Nate traumatized or worse he thinks I'm gay. I need to fix this.