One Direction Imagines

Mirrors (Zayn Malik)

Songfic.

I sat at home in the flat that I shared with my best friend; Zayn Malik. Yes Zayn Malik of One Direction. We had been best friends growing up, and I moved out to London about a week ago and he insisted I move in with him. We did have a history of dating back when we were in school, but that came to an end when he went off to audition for X-Factor. We agreed to stay friends, and we did; mainly because well I still had feelings for him. I loved him with all my heart; I was the happiest girl ever when he asked me out. But I knew it was too good to be true; now he has Perrie. He really did love her, but I had a strong feeling she didn’t care for him as much. Perrie hated me, and it was a known fact, but I tried to be the bigger person and be cordial to her at least; despite she had the man of my dreams wrapped around her finger. It broke my heart because Perrie constantly cheated, lied & hurt Zayn. And I was the one picking up the pieces when he came home crying and completely shattered. Even through all the pain she caused him, he still stayed; I’m not quite sure why, but if he’s happy, and that’s what he wants then I won’t be the one to judge.

I was bumming around the flat that day in just shorts and one of Zayn’s t-shirts, hair up in a messy bun; I sat on the couch flipping through channels on the TV trying to settle on something interesting to watch. Just then the front door swung open, and in walked Zayn. Tears streaming down his face, his hair all ruffled eyes puffy and red. He didn’t bother to look up or even greet me, he just walked up to his room; I could hear sobs echo throughout the flat. Then I looked up to see on the TV screen that MTV was sharing a new story “Perrie Edwards cheats on Bradford Badboy Zayn Malik” I didn’t bother listening to the rest, I got up and made a cup of tea and brought it up to Zayn’s room; neither did I bother knocking on his door, I knew he wouldn’t answer anyway. I pushed the door open to reveal Zayn sprawled out on his bed sobbing into his pillow, I sighed and placed the cup of tea on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. I felt the bed move, and then a strong pair of hands wound their way around my waist pulling me further onto the bed. Zayn’s head landed in my lap as his arms clung to my waist; him still sobbing. We didn’t say anything, I let him cry it all out; I brushed my fingers through his hair knowing it calmed him down. Eventually he stopped crying and turned to look up at me resting his hands on his stomach. I wiped the tears from his face and decided to break the silence,

“ I heard what happened…” 

“Yeah…” He replied with a hoarse voice.

“Wanna tell me what happened between you two?” I questioned quietly.

“ I walked in on her with him…then he left and she told me she never really loved me and that I’m pathetic and that she only wanted me for publicity.” His voice broke as he spoke on the verge of crying again. He turned and hugged me tightly again, letting more tears fall; I hushed him before talking again.

“You know none of that is true Zayn; you are a wonderful person, nowhere near pathetic. It’s her loss any way; she lost the best man she could ever have. She was a bitch Zayn, you can do better.” He jumped up from the bed glaring at me. 

“Don’t you dare speak of her like that? She is perfect, beautiful, funny, and amazing. She is not a bitch!” Zayn yelled at me. 

“She’s amazing and perfect Zayn? Really? She is amazing even though she cheated on you and lied to you? She’s amazing when she treated you like shit and walked all over you and treated you like nothing?” I said calmly.

“She never treated me like shit, we had a tough relationship, and it’s my fault. Do not ever speak of her like that! She has always been there for me and she was a wonderful girlfriend” Zayn yelled in my face.

“Was she ALWAYS there for you Zayn? Who was the one picking up the pieces when Perrie broke your heart? Who was the one who held you for numerous nights while you cried over her? Who was the one who forced you to eat and made sure you stayed healthy when you didn’t want to eat and smoke and drink your life away because of her? Who was the one who picked you up off your feet whenever she pushed you down? Who was it Zayn? IT WAS ME. I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS THERE FOR YOU EVERYTIME SHE BROKE YOUR HEART. AND ITS MY HEART THAT IS BROKEN EVERYTIME SHE HURTS YOU. AND IT HURTS ME SO BADLY BECAUSE IM SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU. BUT I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY AND IM OBVIOUSLY NOT THE ONE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. BUT ALL IM TRYING TO DO HERE IS TELL YOU THAT YOU DESERVE A HELL OF A LOT BETTER, AND YOU DESERVE SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU JUST AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE THEM MAYBE EVEN MORE. YOU DESERVE SOMEONE WHO WOULD NEVER HURT YOU; IM JUST TRYING TO TELL YOU ALL THIS AND ALL YOU’RE DOING IN SHOOTING ME DOWN AND BEING A DICK. I GIVE UP.” I yelled back and then walked out with tears streaming down my face. Thank god I didn’t unpack much yet, because I threw all my belongings into my suitcase and left. I sat in my car for about an hour and just cried. What hurt me the most is that I just confessed my love for him, he never said anything back, he never tried to stop me from leaving he just left me go. I just wanted him to fight to have me in his life still but I guess not. Just then my phone began to ring, it was Liam. Liam was the only one of the boys that knew I still had feelings for Zayn.