Kik (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 9-Zayn

"Well, it looks like we won't be having cake since half of the flour is on the floor. I'll call the boys to bring something." I watched Harry walk away and began searching for a broom. Where would Harry keep a broom?

"Ok. Thanks...I love you too Louis." He hung up and walked back into the kitchen. "Caitie, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a broom to clean up your mess."

"My mess? I'm my memory is correct, you started it. Just leave it. Somebody will be coming to clean tomorrow anyway."

"Ok. Then what are we going to do?"

"You and I will watch tv until the boys get here." He reached for my hand and led me to the living room. "Spongebob?"

"Yes!" I answer enthusiastically, throwing my legs into his lap.

We were about twenty minutes into the Spongebob marathon when the door burst open and Zayn rushed to his room. I jump off the couch and watch him slam the door. I turn to Louis who is sliding boxes of pizza onto the coffee table.

"What's wrong with him?" I ask after Louis hugs me tightly.

"Don't know. He won't talk to us. Everything was fine. We were coming home after picking up the pizzas, then I turn around and tears are streaming down his face. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong. He even ignored three calls from Perrie."

"I'll go talk to him then." I walked up to his bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. My heart hurt at his gentle sobs. "Zayn, honey, can I come in?"

"Sure.." I opened the door, slipped in and closed it behind me. Zayn is laying on his bed in the dark, the only light is from a small lamp on his bedside table. The tears were streaming down his beautiful face an his eyes were very red. I sat beside him, not saying a word, I wrapped my arms around him and rocked gently. After a couple minutes, he stops crying. "Aren't you going to ask what's wrong?"

"Only if you want to talk about it."

"I don't have to say much really." He unlocked his phone and handed it to me. It was opened to a page the was entitled Zux Fanfiction. My stomach dropped. After reading other fanfictions about the guys I have a pretty good idea where this is headed and I don't like it.

As I'm reading, I become more and more disgusted. How could somebody write something so horrible about Zayn and an innocent baby? When I finish, I slide his phone into my back pocket.

"Ok Zayn. Honestly, I'm not completely sure what to say. I'm too disgusted to think very clearly. But everyone knows that this is bullshit and that some stupid, sick little girl wrote it. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this shit. I'm sure you'll get some hate over this, you probably already have" he nodded and the tears threatened to return. "But she's gonna get a lot of hate too. For depicting you like that. Don't think about it. Your fans will stick beside you no matter what some stupid Fanfiction says. I'm gonna go eat, would you like to join me?" I hop off his bed.

"Nah. Don't feel much like eating right now."

"Alright," I lean down and kiss his forehead. "I'm taking your phone. I don't want you reading hateful tweets." I turn to walk out of his room.

"I see why Harry and Lou like you so much." I look at him, my hand still on the door knob. "Your kind, supportive, loving, independent. Let's not forget gorgeous." I smile at him brightly.

"Thank you Zayn."

"Thank you love." I leave his room and everyone's eyes are on me when I come back to the living room.

"So?" Liam asks concerned. I took a deep breath.

"Zayn read a horrible, sick fanfiction," I pulled Zayn's phone out of my pocket and messaged the link to all of them. "I'll let you guys read it." I sat down on the couch between Louis and Harry. I watched all of their reactions. Anger, disgust. Once I thought Liam was going to throw up. They all finished and put their phones back into their pockets. Their eyes were glassy and their faces held no readable expressions. Niall was the first one to break into quiet sobs. I get up and stand in front of him. He buries his face in my stomach and I rub his hair.

"How could someone be so heartless?" I look up at the ceiling to keep myself from crying.

"I don't know Niall." Harry stood and buried his face in my neck and Louis rests his forehead on my shoulder. Liam sits on the chair beside Niall and raises my hand to his forehead. They are all sobbing for Zayn and my tears threaten to spill over as well. Zayn comes up behind me, crying again, and wraps his arms around us so that he's touching all of us. It was at that moment, I became the rock for One Direction. I became not only their friend, but their comforter.