Running; Zayn Malik & Me

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Please read the authors note at the end! 

I watched on as Zayn’s head practically exploded, “We don’t want your help! We don’t want anyone’s help! Why does everyone think we’re so fucking incapable huh? Yes we’re young, yes we’re probably being foolish, yes we’ve made mistakes but you know what? Who the fuck hasn’t?! No-body! That’s who! Now get out and leave us alone!”

Robert went to reply but I shook my head, there was no reasoning with Zayn when he was like this. 

I walked over to Zayn and pulled him into a hug, we stayed silent until we heard the door slam shut signaling that Robert had gone. 

“Let it out baby, come on, it’s me and you” I whispered into his ear. 

His body started to convulse as he sobbed. 

“It’s so hard Beth, so fucking hard. I thought I could do this, do this with you by my side, but I don’t think I can. Everything aches and hurts, and it aches and hurts so fucking bad and it’s only getting worse, I thought things were supposed to get easier, I thought everything would be fine. I need.. I need a release”

I shook my head forcefully and pulled him in tighter, “Just talk to me, that’s a release, I bet you feel ten times better now you’ve got that off your chest? Hmm?” 

He tensed and stood up, pushing me away as he did so. “You don’t get it! Don’t pretend you do either! I’m a drug addict Beth! Cold turkey doesn’t fucking work, I feel anxious all the time, constantly on edge, I’m terrified that I’m going to say something or do something wrong and all this.. Hassle”

“So what? I don’t offer to get you crack and you think it’s okay to explode on me? If I’m that much of a hassle I’ll leave you to it. I’ll leave you to go back to your precious boy-band life, I’ll just leave you. I’m sorry I asked you to do this with me Zayn, I’m sorry okay? I’ll see you around” 

I don’t know where my sudden outburst had come from, or how things had changed so quickly. I grabbed my phone off the dressing table and stormed out the room making sure to leave a loud bang behind me. I launched myself at the wall opposite and punched it. I even let out a scream of frustration. 

We had been fine yesterday, we had had a beautiful couple of days, just being us. Things were how they used to be, the way they were before he went on the X Factor, before he slept with Cher, before we broke up, before I found Josh, and before I found him again.

I walked to the stairs and waited for a couple of minutes at the top, hoping he would come after me, hoping he would come and tell me that everything was going to be okay. But he didn’t. 

So I walked down the stairs trying to compose myself as best I could. I then went to the main desk to speak to the receptionist. 

“Would I be able to speak to Robert please?” I asked politely. 

She nodded and smiled, “One moment please” she replied, her words heavily laced with a French accent. She picked up her phone and I studied her appearance. Her name badge read ‘Marie’ and she had honey blonde hair that was curled and heavily lacquered, holding it in place. She had small blue eyes, outlined in heavy black make-up with contrasting rosy pink lips. 

I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not she’d be the type of girl Zayn would hook up with on one of his night outs. 

My eyes dropped from her face and I examined the rest of her, she had big boobs that were currently being flaunted through her rather tight blouse, a small waist accentuated by a big belt and that’s all I could see. Apart from the top of her navy blue pencil skirt, she was definitely a Zayn type. 

“Third office on the left, just through that corridor” her pretty voice snapped my gaze back up to her face. I forced a smile and walked in the direction she pointed me

Pretty voice, pretty face, pretty name, pretty boobs. 

Everything I’m not. 

That was all that was going through my mind as I rapped my knuckles on the third office on the left. 

“Come in” a voice called. I twisted the shiny brass knob and let myself in. 

“Robert, I need to get out of here, please, anywhere just not here, or London, somewhere no one will find me” 

He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “This is ridiculous, you need to go back up there and talk to him, and most of all you two need to stop running away from your problems” 

I shook my head and bit my bottom lip, a feeble attempt at keeping back any threatening tears. “No, you don’t get it, I’m bad for him” 

“No, he needs proper help, you can’t expect him to just quit something he used to par-take in so... Regulary. I’ll help you, but only if you two talk and sort this out, you either get my help as a two, or you’re on your own” 

I found myself back in the elevator heading to mine and Zayn’s room. I cautiously knocked on the door considering I hadn’t taken a key with me, but to my surprise it drifted open. 

Now, that door had been firmly shut when I had slammed it around 15 minutes before. 

I stepped over the thresh hold, “Zayn?” I called out quietly. 

There was no reply. 

“Zayn?” I tried again, a little louder but there was still no reply. I ventured into the main body of the glamourous hotel room only to wish I hadn’t. 

Everything was gone, out bag Zayn had been packing, the clothes that had been strewn across the furnishings, even the towels Zayn and I had used this morning had been hung neatly onto the racks on the radiator. 

It was almost as if there had been no life. 

Except for a note, a tiny note with one word on it left on the pillow. 

Sorry 

It read. 

So I have come to the conclusion that you cannot hate me for being SO RIDICULOUSLY LATE with the upload because I have updated TWO of my other fanfics as well - New Beginnings (Niall Horan) & Olivia Perkins (One Direction) 

If you have not read them... How about you go and check 'em out now? 

I will love you forever if you do .

But anyway, I am sorry for the late upload, I don't really have an excuse.. I have just been swanning off to different countries lots and I kept getting distracted. 

However, swanning to different countries means plane rides and plane rides mean UPDATES SO VOILA.

If you vote and comment I might even give you TWO chapters next update :o 

LOVE XXXX 

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