Zayn Malik One Shots <3

It's alright now, sweetheart

Summary: me being insecure and overwhelmed and Zayn helping me with that.

I walked through The front door after a long day of work. My mood couldn't have been worse. I was just in a dark period again due to my weakening mental health and it wasn't like my work helped much with that. I put my cane, my handbag and jacket aside and then carefully made my way to the living room. There, I was greeted with the sound of pencil on paper. I knew immediately what was going on.

"Are you scribbling again?" I asked my boyfriend, Zayn.

"Are you okay, Anna?",he asked back instead of replying to my question. I heard him put his things down and sit up straighter.

I sighed a long sigh, And apparently that was all the confirmation he needed. He could see right through me, And sometimes I found that difficult, especially in moments like these when my insecurities were fueled. I had been thinking a lot lately, probably too much, So I was now stuck in my head and I wasn't actually going to tell Zayn about It.

A wave of stress and nausea hit me when I realized I hadn't said anything back yet and just stared into nothingness.  I brought my knuckles to my mouth, ready to bite them to ease everything, but Zayn was faster and grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. 

"You really shouldn't do that, love", he said to me, "It breaks my heart to see you hurting yourself."

"I'm sorry", I said in a small voice. I was so scared that I was bothering him. I bowed my head in shame and sadness and gritted my teeth to keep from crying. This was all so much.

"Hey, hey, It's alright now, Sweetheart", Zayn whispered. "I'm not upset or anything, I can see that things are not going well in your head. If you want to, you can squeeze My hand instead of biting. Do It as hard as you can."

"I don't want to hurt you", I protested.

"That doesn't matter to me, I prefer that to the opposite way."

I knew what he meant by that and nodded. I started to squeeze his hand, but I didn't dare go too hard. I couldn't believe his words.

"Come on, harder, I know you can do it. Let all the tension out", He encouraged me. There was determination in his voice, He really meant it. I started to press his hand together with a slightly firmer grip, causing him to let out a grunt of pain, but he didn't pull away. When I felt that I had gotten the most out of it, I let him go.

"Did It help?" My boyfriend asked. I nodded again and said, "Yes, a little, sorry that I hurt you."

"It's really okay honey, I can handle it. What I can handle a little less well is seeing that you are in pain. could you please tell me what's going on so I can help you?"

I felt myself starting to get teary-eyed, this man was two sweet for someone like me.

"I don't think there's much you can do, Zay," I told him, my voice cracking.

"Let me at least try", he begged.

Those words made me completely break down. Tears began to flow from my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I shook lightly.

"Oh, come here, babygirl." Zayn pulled me into his arms and gently laid my head on his chest. He started rocking me back and forth gently, like a little child, because he knew that would calm me down. We stood there like that for at least 5 minutes, Zayn cradling me and me crying in his strong embrace. When I had calmed down a bit, he guided me to the couch and sat me in his lap so that I could continue to lean against him. I sniffed and tried To look at him with my blurred vision. Without being able to control it, I started telling him everything.

"I just feel so very insecure. You had anyone to choose from to have as your girlfriend, and yet you chose me, a blind good-for-nothing with too many mental issues to count. I really don't understand. I'm worth nothing and I can't give you what you deserve at all. You are truly an amazing person, Zaynie. I'm no one compared to you."

As I talked, I felt Zayn tighten his grip on me and rub soothing circles into my hips. It took a while for him to answer.

"Darling, I want you to know that you are at least as special as I am in your own way. When I first met you during that meet and greet, I wanted to talk to you a lot more than was actually necessary. I immediately noticed you, and not for the typical reasons. You were so shy, yet so strong when you told us about your mental problems and how we helped you through them. You can assume that I now want to help you in a much deeper way than just our music. I swore I would protect you from anything and I Will truly keep that promise. Your disabilities don't get in my way, because I can see the wonderful person that lies beneath the mask. I love you, Richards!"

There were tears in my eyes again thanks to his words but a big smile was on my face. I hugged myself closer to him while I dried my tears. He laid us down comfortably on the couch and started combing through my curls with his fingers.

"I'm In Love with You, and all your little things", he sang to me And I smiled even bigger.

"I love you, too!"