Wake Ourselves Up (One Direction: Zayn Malik)

Chapter One

E L I S E

                                 “El, I know someone who’s going through the same stuff as you,” Ed whispered in my ear, while we were sitting on our couch. “You know the band I’ve always talked about?”

                                  One Direction?, I write. He nods and I gesture for him to continue..

                                  “Yes, and one of their members is going through a hard time,” he sighs. “When the other lads explained his situation, I remembered you. What you’ve been through. It was like they’ve described your being to me all over again.”

                                 I sat up and faced him. Then I wrote, What do you want me to do then? A smile was painted on his unshaven face. He gave me an ‘are you sure?’ look, and I nodded.

                                 “I want you to help him,” I gasped. “I know, you’re not yet through with some of your things, but please. I know you’re his only chance. His friends have given up—“ I raised my hand, a gesture for him to stop. With those two words, my mind was made up. I was ready to help this guy no matter what.

                                 Four boys greeted me when I entered a huge flat. This must be them. The ones who have probably given up. They smiled, said hi, and introduced themselves. They were waiting for me to do the same, I guess Ed never did explain my situation to them.

                                 I took my notepad and wrote. I’m Elise. Nice to meet you. I gave them the paper and they were hit with realization. I guess they now understood. Ed started talking to them about the guy—which was named Zayn—and their faces immediately fell.

                                  “I just hope she could help him,” Ed had said. The boys just shrugged and one of the guys, Niall, led me up to his room.

                                 A white bedroom door faced me. My heart was beating it’s way out of my chest. Never had I ever helped someone who could be as broken as I am. What should I sign? Does he even understand sign language? I took in a deep breath before knocking on the white wood.  

                                 No answer.

                                 I knocked again, a little louder this time.

                                 Still no answer.

                                 I looked over at Ed, and the other lads. They all gave me reassuring smiles. I took my pen and wrote in a notepad I always take with me. He’s not answering the door. And I’ve never met him. How could you say that he’ll open up to me? That I can help him? With that I crumpled the paper and threw it at them.

                                 Thankfully, Louis catched it. They all looked over his shoulder, frowns starting to form on each of their faces. They shrugged at each other then they looked up at me. Ed mouthed, “Try opening the door.”

                                 I shrugged in response. I turned to face the white wood again and put my hand on the cold surface of the brown handle. I turned it and thankfully it was not locked. I opened the door a little bit and saw Zayn covered in white sheets, crumpled and almost curled up into a ball. I looked back at the boys with a questioning glance. Louis half-smiled and I opened the door wider and wider until it was accessible for my body.