Him <3 ~A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction~

~Chapter 7~ The Start

 He looked at me in this concerned look.  I was so tired of explaining myself.  I was done with that chapter of life and didn't wanna go back to it. 

"It's nothing." I lied.  I felt him lift up my shirt and bend down to look at it.  I could feel his cold fingers stroke the marks of the razors that cut my flesh.

"This isn't nothing."  He said sternly.  "Talk to me, you know I'm here for you."  He began to trace the scars. 

"Just stop being nice already, okay?" I told him.  "We all know that you don't just want to talk.  When are you gonna try to pin me to the floor and force me into some sexual trick against my will?" I questioned skeptically.  Was I out if my mind?  Why was I giving him hints.  I was so tired people and their sympathy.  We all know that sooner or later, all that sympathy will run out. 

He gave me shocked look.  "You have dealt with too many sex-crazed assholes." He claimed. 

"Really?" I started.  "Because I don't plan on it.  They all start out all nice and comforting like you." I gave him an evil, twitching look with my eye.  "You must be a sex-crazed asshole."

I was waiting for him to laugh so I could plead him guilty.  "Just because I am nice and comforting doesn't mean I wanna have sex with you.  I mean, if you ever wanted to, we could," He babbled.  Was he serious?  "but you would have to be really ready, and we will have to be together for a long time, that's if you actually like me."

I smiled.  "If I actually like you.  I don't even know you."

 "Look, all I'm trying to say is, I really like you.  And I would never force you into something that you didn't want to do." He claimed.

I sighed. "So what now?" I asked.  I slid down the wall and sat on the floor.  He did the same.

"Now," He started.  "We talk." He said.

I nodded.  "Okay... What do you want to talk about?"  I asked. 

"How about we talk about that stuff on your hip?" He suggested. 

Clever one.  How did I know he would come back to this.  "This?" I asked again.  "This is..." My voice trialed off. 

"I know what they are." He spoke out.  "I want to know why they are there."

"Something sharp was close to me," I started. "and you can use your imagination for the rest." I replied sweetly.

"How long have you been cutting?" He asked. 

"Why are you asking so many questions?" I questioned.  It was like a fucking interview/therapy session.

He smiled. "I'm just trying to figure you out just a bit more." He admitted. 

I scoffed.  "Figure me out?" I asked.  "You could never figure me out."

He smiled. "Oh yeah? Well so far I got that you are an oversensitive, vulnerable little creature on the inside.  But you act like a soldier on the outside. You hate the fact of getting close to someone, so you push people away who care." He claimed.

Wow. He was right.  Hell, he was dead on. I did at like a soldier on the outside, even though I was a soft little baby on the inside.  And I did push people away that cared.  But I had a damn good reason.   "How do you know all this?" I asked. 

He laughed.  "I like to know who I'm dealing with before I deal with them." He claimed. 

I smiled.  "So what made you want to deal with me?" I quizzed.

He stood up and held out his hand for me to take it.   "I like a challenge." He told me. 

I didn't even have to ask.  Wherever he was going, I wanted to follow.

*

Zayn led me to the roof of the school.  The wind was perfect, the sun was about to set, and the vibes were right. 

"This is where I come when I'm having a bad day." He explained. " I just look up at the sky and reflect."

I looked out at the sunset. "This is too perfect."

"You're perfect." He said softly in my ear. 

Was he serious? We had just established the fact that I was the emotional suicidal girl who has anger issues.  "Yeah right. Nice try though." I giggled. I looked back down at our hands that were intertwined and I quickley pulled away. It's too soon for all of this. 

He laughed.  "When are you gonna stop pushing me away?

I wondered the same thing.  But I just didn't have the answer to those questions yet.  But I knew how he made me feel.  So I just smiled I took his hand again and began to squeeze it.