Give Me Love

Chapter 1

Prologue (Zayn's POV):

I stood on my tiptoes, reaching up onto the counter for a cup. As I leaned forward to grab the cup, I lost my balance and fell to the floor, taking the cup with me. It crashed to the floor, glass shattering everywhere and I cringed at the sound. Hoping to clean the mess up before my father came in, I hastily picked up the broken glass, ignoring the pain as the shards penetrated my hands. 

 "You little shit!" The voice echoed through the kitchen and I flinched. Shit. A hand gripped the back of my neck, jerking me backwards and I clenched my eyes shut, afraid of what was about to come. "Open your eyes and fucking look at me!" My father slapped me across the face and a whimper escaped me. "Look at what you did!" He shoved me towards the mess and I cowered against the counter when his hand released me. 

 "I-I'm s-sorry..I was trying to-" I started to whisper but he cut me off by punching me in the stomach, causing me to double over and gasp for breath. He started to kick me and I covered my head with my arms, curling up into the fetal position. I did everything I could to hold back the tears that formed in my eyes. I never cried during times like these; the tears always fell later, when no-one was around to see. After what felt like hours, my father finally stopped and left without a word. I waited a few minutes to make sure he wasn't coming back. When he didn't, I took a deep breath and finished picking up the broken glass.  

Once I was done, I went upstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door, I let my tears fall and turned the sink on, running my bloody , cut up hands under the cold water and wrapped them with bandages. In the mirror, a bruised, broken boy stared back at me with tears falling like waterfalls from his eyes. I unlocked and slowly opened the door, peering down the hallway before bolting to my room and locking my door. I pulled out my phone as I wrapped myself up under my blankets and texted my best friend, Harry.