The Boy Who Saved Me

Chapter 14: I'm So Sorry

Hello my lovely mofos!! No, I'm not much happier, but things have managed to get a bit better. But anyways..enjoy the chappie. (: xx

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Zayn's POV

"Alright guys, I'm going upstairs to get some sleep, it's been a long day."

"Okay, night Zayn!"

"See ya in the mornin' lad!"

"Goodnight Zayn."

"Sleep well, Zaynie!"

I drag myself upstairs. I'm so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open. So much happened today, and my voice is tired from so much singing at the studio. I guess that's what happens when you're off work for too long.

Don't get me wrong, I love Carrie-Lee with all my heart, but it was so hard adjusting to having another person in the house, especially a teenage girl. It has been so stressful, but I wouldn't give her up for anything. I just missed my job. Not singing for so long was killing me inside. I just can't do it. It helps me vent and releases stress, so it was amazing getting back in the studio today.

I get to the third floor when I hear something. It sounds like... crying?

I walk past my room and keep going until I reach the end of the hallway. I survey the door and notice a small door hanger that has a green and blue "C".

Carrie-Lee's room.

I stare at the door blankly, unsure if I should walk in or not. I think about going back downstairs to get the guys first, but I don't want to make a big deal out of it. I also don't want to walk in alone either. Carrie-Lee and I aren't as close as she is with the other guys. I just haven't really gotten the courage to talk to her and get to know her. I'm more of a stand-by-and-watch kind of guy. I don't say much.

'Oh my god Zayn, just open the damn door!' I think to myself. I take a deep breath, building up my courage, and turn the doorknob to open up the door slowly.

I can't believe what I am seeing. Carrie-Lee is curled up into a ball, shaking uncontrollably, crying into one of her pillows. She doesn't hear me walk in over the sound of her loud sobs.

I stand frozen to my spot. I'm currently having a war in my head. I have absolutely no idea what to do, I don't have a clue why she was crying, and she might be mad that I've walked in in the first place! On the other hand, she looks so upset, and I know I should do something to make her feel better. I decide to take the risk and I make my way over to her bed.

I carefully sit down on the edge of her mattress and lay a hand on her back. She shoots her head up from her pillow with wide, red, bloodshot eyes. Tears are still leaking onto her already soaking wet cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, it's just me!" I say quickly, trying to calm her down.

"Zayn?" She whispers, barely audible.

"Yes, love?" I reply softly.

"W-Why do p-people hate m-me so m-much?"

I feel as if my heart stops. I have to admit, I'm really caught off guard by her question. Why would she ask me that?

"No one hates you, babe. Why would you ask that?" I ask her, confused.

She looks down and bites her lip, fiddling with her fingers from anxiety. I can tell that she is deciding whether or not to tell me the truth. I know this look all too well.

I put my fingers underneath her chin and lift her head up to face me. "Tell me. Tell me the truth. You don't have to hold anything back from me. You can trust me."

She sighs shakily, and pulls out a white iPhone from underneath one of her other pillows. She hands it to me and mumbles, "Check T-Twitter."

I know immediately this wouldn't be good. All of us have gotten loads of hate everyday under every tweet, and it's not easy to ignore. Some people can be so rude and cold-hearted as hell, I just don't know how they live with themselves.

I unlock her phone and tap on the Twitter icon. I wait impatiently for it to load. When it finally does, I go straight to her mentions. I scroll through the first few that are nice thinking maybe it isn't as bad as I thought, but man am I wrong. It feels like my heart is being cut out of my chest, thrown on the ground, and simultaneously stomped on as I read the remaining tweets.

"narryloverr93: Oh my god, I hate you so much. You're such a bitch!"

"stylesthiscurlythat: Bitch, you need to stay away from Harry, he's mine! I'll cut you if I have to, so back off!"

"ihatethatclgur: Get the hell away from them! All you do is give them more problems! Just go kill yourself!"

"talkdirtynouis: Get the hell away from the boys! You're so fat and ugly! You need to just leave, go to hell."

I feel my throat get tight and my eyes start to water. I clench my fists and stand up from her bed. I feel like I am going to explode, I am so pissed off right now. How dare they say shit like that to her! None of it is true! They're just a bunch of jealous, self-absorbed teenage girls who don't think about anybody but themselves! Don't get me wrong, I love my fans more than anything in the world, but some of them can be so cold and heartless sometimes! Nobody deserves to see or hear those kinds of things, especially Carrie-Lee. She has heard enough of it throughout her life, and she doesn't need to hear it anymore. Without realizing what I'm doing, I use all of my strength and throw her phone into the wall across the room.

The sound is loud and I'm almost sure the lads hear it. It leaves a big dent with a crack in the wall and the phone screen completely shatters. My breathing is rapid and uneven and I'm trying to control my anger. I turn around and see Carrie-Lee is no longer on the bed, but sitting in the far corner of the room with her knees pulled up to her chest rocking back and forth. She has new tears streaming down her face. I know I have scared her, which makes my anger immediately die down.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry sweet girl. I didn't mean to scare you! I'm just so pissed off right now. I swear to you that I would never hurt you, oh my god... I'm so sorry." I run over to her and pull her into a hug.

She cries into my shoulder, holding onto my shirt for dear life. I rub her back and whisper soothing things in her ear.

"It's going to be alright sweet girl, I promise. Just breathe. Calm down... it's going to be just fine."

After a little while, she lifts her head up and looks at me. "I'm so tired Zayn..." She says quietly before she lays her head back on my shoulder.

I lift her up bridal style and carry her over to her bed. I lay her down and pull the covers over her body to tuck her in.

"Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you." I say before kissing her forehead and walking away.

I was almost to the door when I hear her yell, "Wait!"

I turn around and look at her worriedly. "What's wrong?"

Her eyes search the room. "W-Will you please stay? I don't want to be alone."

I smile at her and nod my head. She gives me a small smile in return and pulls back the covers for me to get in the bed next to her.

I slide under the covers and lean back on the headboard while Carrie-Lee cuddles up to me and leans her head on my chest. I pull her hair back from her face. "Goodnight, sweet girl. Sleep well."

The last thing I hear before falling asleep is the slight snores of Carrie-Lee beside me.

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Okay, no goal for this chapter because it's short. But I will update again either tomorrow or the next day since this one is shorter than normal! So vote if you like this chapter and comment "I Love Louis!" if you read this!

Thankies!! (:

Much love,

~Carrie-Lee xx