Drown [z.m.]

11.

Zayn forgets how to breathe.

Because he's knocking and banging and thumping and pounding on Louis Tomlinson's door, and he even goes to the extent of kicking it, because that's how much he despises his sister's boyfriend.

"Open." A punch. "The." Another kick, for good measure. "Fucking." A rapping of his knuckles. "Door." A hammering with his fist.

And Zayn learns to breathe again when the door is opened and a certain Tomlinson faces him.

"What the fuck, Malik?" Louis' voice is rough around the edges like he's been drinking, and Zayn just happens to explode.

He leaps onto the other boy, tackling him to the ground while muttering insults. "Never touch Charlotte again, you hear?" And Zayn is blindly punching punching punching and slapping slapping slapping and kicking kicking kicking. "Or Matilda, you arse."

Bruises pattern Louis' face and Zayn feels a swell of pride for himself, but then it's all over in the matter of a few seconds, because Louis is fighting back, and Zayn feels a blow to his jaw, and he swears his molar is shaking, and so his ego shakes along with it.

"Then Malik," Louis spits, twisting out of Zayn's grasp and leaping to his feet. "Tell your sister and her good-for-nothing daughter not to come back here again. You hear? I'm done, I'm fuckin' done with her."

Louis is shoving shoving shoving Zayn out of his house, and Zayn is just too shocked to do much more than let himself be pushed out.

Because in an attempt to stitch together Charlotte and Matilda's life, he managed to tear it apart.

But one cold morning in autumn, Zayn Malik finally understood the domino effect. All it took was one push in the wrong direction and everything fell apart.

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hi guyss

this is sort of a continuation from the last part x

if you're still reading this haha ily :)