What Makes You Beautiful (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 21

Zayn

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I got home and instantly called Liam. I needed someone to help me. Emma was hurting and blaming herself, for things I did! I know that the response to the fight was probably going to be bad, but I didn't care about that right now. I was only worried about Emma. Liam answers on the fourth ring. "Hey Zayn." he says on the other side of the phone. I start running my hand through my hair. "I need your help man! I'm killing myself over here, while Emma is probably doing the same!" I blurt out. "What's wrong?" he asks me, sounding concerned. "Emma thinks I should listen to Paul, and find someone better. There is no one better Liam! I freaking love Emma, and now she is thinking I probly don't. But I do! And I don't want her to think everything is her fault. Shane, the guy at the pub, is her ex. He's the one who gave me the black eye before, and now she is listening to him. He thinks I am just using her. But I don't want to use her." I say frantically. "Calm down mate! Everything is going to be fine." he assures me. I feel myself tearing up. "I don't think so." I say quietly. "Zayn. Don't worry. I can talk to Paul some. And we can try to cover up some of the media about the pub, and you have to talk to Emma. Tell her you love her, and that everything is fine. I promise. It will be okay." he tells me.

I let the tears fall from my eyes. This never happened to me. I was so emotionally messed up right now. It was like my brain wouldn't shut up. "Thanks Liam." I say, and then hang up. I don't want him to hear me crying. I slam my fist down on the table in front of me. "Ahh!" I scream out loud. I start to pace around. What am I going to do!? I already told Emma I loved her, and she walked away not believing me. I try to call her, but she doesn't answer. I leave her a voicemail. "Emma. It's Zayn. I don't know what to do honesty. I'm so flustered and confused right now. But I'm only worried about you! I want you to be okay! And I want you to know I love you... I love you so much Emma, and I can't be with anybody else..." I stop, sniffling hard from the tears falling out of my eyes. I hang up the phone, and sink to the floor. I sob into my hands, crying so hard, that my shoulders are shaking.

My phone starts to ring in my hand. It's Niall. I answer and try to stop crying but I doesn't happen. "Zayn, lad, are you alright?!" Niall asks. He probably hears me crying. "No." I say after a couple sniffles. "I'm coming over!" he says simply. I end the call and stand up. I'm still crying. Its like all of the emotions I have been carrying around on the inside for so many years were coming out all at once. I go into my kitchen and get some water. I stare at my coffee pot. It was like everything was somehow connected to Emma.

"Zayn?" I hear Naill's voice carry through my house. "Hmm." I say flatly, still starring at my coffee pot. He comes into the kitchen. "Oh lad!" he says. He wraps me in a comforting hug. I cry on his shoulder while he pats my back. "You can talk to me. You know that. What's going on?" he asks me. I explain to him about what Emma told me in the car. And how bad everything was going to get with Paul after today. He listens closely. "Everything will be fine. Would you want me to go check on her?" he asks me. I had stopped crying somewhat. "That would be nice." I say to him. "Can you give me directions and her number just in case?" he asks. I write everything down, and give it to him. "Thanks Niall." I say giving him a hug. "Sure thing." he says walking out the door. I take a deep breath. It felt good to have people help me.

I lay back on the couch, and cover my eyes. It was going to be a long night.