What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 9

Zayn

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I didn't even think it was possible to get down over ten flights of stairs, like I had just done. Emma called me, and I had taken off down the hall as soon as I knew Shane was near her. I run through the front door, and look over to the parking lot. I see Emma's car, and I see Emma, crying and pressed up against her car, while a guy screams in her face. I know it's Shane. I run over and pull him out of her face. "Get away from her!" I say to him, the anger rising in my voice. He laughs at me. "Watcha gonna do about it pretty boy?!" he taunts at me. Emma is shaking, and breathing hard. "Can you just leave her alone Shane?" I ask him. He jabs a finger into my chest. "You! Are the one who needs to leave her alone!" he says to me. "Nobody is gonna screw around with my girl. I don't care how famous you are!" I sigh. This dude was nuts! "Why don't you just leave and we can deal with this later?" I ask, getting closer to his face. "Ha!" he says loudly.

He moves his hand to hit me, but I grab it before it can hit my face. I start to laugh. "It's not that easy mate!" I say to him. I release my hand from over his, and use it to hit him in the nose. "Oh shhh!" he says grabbing his nose. Emma shrieks. I grab her hand, and try to pull her inside. Shane pulls my shirt, dragging me away from Emma. He hits me across the face. I try to get ahold of his shirt, but he has me twisted around in a weird position. "Shane STOP!" Emma yells through sobs. He gives a good punch to one eye, and then throws me to the ground. He storms off angrily. Emma rushes to me. "Zayn! Oh my god! Zayn!" she says. I stand up, and take her hand. I pull her into the building, and up to my appartment. "Zayn! Are you okay?" she is asking over and over. "Love! I'm fine." I reassure her.

I walk to the bathroom. "Oh man!" I say, when I see my reflection. Paul, our band manager, was going to kill me. My eye is almost swollen shut, and my nose is bleeding. I grab some toilet paper and dab at my nose. "Here let me help." Emma says, walking in. She grabs a washcloth and runs in under warm water. She presses it to my eye. I wince. "I'm sorry!" she says. She is still crying. I sigh. "Please don't cry, I hate seeing you sad." I say, touching her arm. "I didn't want you to get hurt! I was just being selfish, and was to scared to be alone with him, but I didn't..." I stop her, by pulling her into my arms. "You were NOT being selfish. He's insane. I rather it be me with a hit to the face then you." I tell her. "Oh Zayn. You have some blood on your shirt." she tells me. I look down and see where my nose had bled on my shirt. I pull it over my head. She just stares at my bare chest, and then looks down.

I smile. She takes my shirt, and runs it under the water, rinsing the blood out. She rummages around under the sink, and finds a first aid kit. She rolls up some gauze, and places it in my nose. I laugh. "You know I'm capable of taking care of myself?" I ask her. "I know, but I just feel responsible for you getting hurt, so I want to help you." she tells me. She rises the rag with more warm water, and places it back on my eye. "Come out here." she says. She puts me on the couch, insisting that I lay down. She comes back with another rag, filled with ice. She sits on the edge of the couch, right by where I'm laying. She takes the warm rag off my eye, and put the ice rag on. I keep my eye on her. She is so caring, and sweet.

"Thank you." I say quietly. She leans in and kisses me softly. I smile. "What?" she blushes. "You can really make a guy feel better!" I tell her with a laugh. She shakes her head and smiles. She leans down, and lays down next to me. I lay her head on my chest and she wraps her arms around my waist. "You'rereally great." I tell her. I feel her smile on my bare chest. "I haven't been told that, in a really long time." she tells me softly.