Bloom

Chapter- 30

Stella

Walking out, a cold breeze hits me, making me shiver. I make my way to the porch, when I see a silhouette of black. Zayn.

It might seem like I'm a bit of a psycho. Foolish as it may sound I came out here to talk to Zayn. He can't just walk away from me. I need to finish this off. Determined steps towards the man who I have come to adore more than anyone else and someone who feels like home. If he could only be the man I want him to be.

"Zayn." I'm met with my echoing voice, wrapping the sheets around my frame tighter.

No reply. I can't go through his again.

Rubbing my arms, I make my way over to the bar at the porch, where Zayn clearly stands within earshot. Padding closer to him, I notice a glass in his hand as he chugs it down before refilling it and repeating the process. He goes on to take multiple shots within a minute, I'm sort of amazed at his speed but mostly disgusted.

"Zayn!" I shout. Still, no reply. Is he can hear me, then why is he ignoring me? Another one of his tantrums. I'm fed up and filled up to the brim with Zayn and his hurtful behaviour.

"Zayn," I call out again, this time jogging up to him.

Zayn acts like I don't exist, like I'm not standing in front of him right across the bar. He flips me off, not even sparing me a single glance.

"Can you please just listen to me?" My voice quivers at watching him down another set of shots. "Please." I whisper. A speed breaker at my increasingly dry throat, eyes welling up.

Still nothing.

"What are you drinking?" I ask

"Stop drinking." I'm too scared to touch him. The way he is acting out, he seems like a monster on a leech if I tug it he'll pounce on me.

The feeling of my insides burning and crumbling to dust intensifies when I don't get any answer from Zayn again. Seriously what is his problem?

Before I start crying over his incessant drinking and nonchalant behaviour, I stomp across the bar and snatch the glass from Zayn's hand. "What is wrong with you?" I scream in his face. He all but picks up another glass, pouring more brown liquid in it.

"Fucking stop it, Zayn!" I shout at the top of my voice.

He gulps the drink before slamming the glass on the counter with so much force I'm surprised the glass did not break. I jump at the sudden noise. My heart bends and crushes when I'm met with Zayn's bloodshot eyes, his face dark and scary. He's drunk.

"If you didn't get the fucking hint. Leave me alone, Stella." He says harshly, his voice raspy, hair disheveled. His dark irises zero on me, veins bulging on his neck. I'm terrified of him. Terrified of the way he looks, terrified of the way he speaks to me, terrified of his alcohol consumption. Terrified that he might just hit me.

He pours another glass, the liquid sloshing as he gulps it down. My eyes blur, I've lost count of the drinks he's had. Tears line my vision, my breaths being choked by a tight coil around my throat refusing all and any words that want to be let out of my mouth.

Before I get my heart shattered anymore, I peel away my gaze from the monster standing in front of me and run towards the opposite direction, needing to be as far away from him as possible.

I don't know how long do I run for, but I stop once I'm outside my apartment. Multiple people gave me eyes for my lack of clothing but that was least of my concerns.

My eyes, throat, lungs everything burns, memories of running away from my dad line up and I'm lost to grief. Finally, I let myself feel and drop to the ground. Knees folding as my back sinks into the wall, slipping into a rabbit hole. I wail as loudly as I can manage, tears coming down in rapid streaks, my nostrils are running, fingers quaking as my body thuds against the wall in solid sobs.