Alone and Broken (Zianourry)

Chapter Five - Wednesday

Niall's Point Of View
It was Wednesday and I so desperately wanted to go to sleep. I fall asleep early compared to others but I end up waking up early in the mornings due to nightmares, fearing that maybe one day I won't survive this world. I want to get out, I want to live my own dreams. I want to survive.
I was currently in AP Calc and wanted nothing more than to nap. Usually I'm excited about learning new things but today I wasn't in the mood. I kept thinking about what Andrew said. I hated myself for believing that what he said is true and no matter how hard I try, I can't make myself believe that he's lying, that this relationship is unhealthy. I need him, and he needs me even though deep down I know he doesn't give a damn about me.
My thoughts get interrupted by the bell and I slowly pick up my notebook and textbook and walk out. Time for practice.
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I got home around 7 PM but I didn't need to worry due to my parents being on a business trip till tomorrow. After I cleaned up the house a little bit I decided to go out for a walk so I grabbed my hoodie and walked out of the house with my keys and phone. Because it was already 8:30, I didn't expect anybody walking around and the thought of walking by myself scared me so I walked to a coffee shop that's near my home and sat down near the back of the store.
"Hello. Welcome to-Horan?"
I looked up and my eyes widened as I saw Zayn Malik in front of me, waiting for me to order.
I blushed and looked down.
"Oh, hello. I didn't know you worked here," I said with a smile. I frowned when all I received was a glare.
"What do you want?"
"Huh?"
"To eat, to drink?" He rolled his eyes.
"Oh. Um.. Just a lemonade," I whispered back. He quickly wrote it down and left, leaving me with my own thoughts. I pull out my phone and began listening to Black Veil Brides while my lemonade is being made. Goodbye Agony starts playing and I sigh as some of the lyrics go along with my life at the moment.

Living a life of misery. Always there, just underneath. Haunting me, quietly alone. It's killing me, killing me.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I look up expecting Malik to be holding my drink but I gulped as I saw who it was.
"A-Andrew, what are you doing here?" I whispered as he sat across from me.
"You weren't answering my calls or texts, and you clearly have your phone with you," he said with a glare. I take off my earphones and put them in my pocket along with my phone, looking down the whole time.
"Look at me while I'm talking to you, Niall."
I tried to keep my breathing under control as I looked at him in the eyes, flinching when I met his cold stare.
"I'm s-sorry, I didn't want to be bothered so I put my phone on Do Not Disturb the second I chose a song.."
He looked at me and put his hand out.
"Let me see your phone," he said.
My eyes widened. I knew if he saw what I was listening too he would get angry. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and slowly handed it to him. His face showed no emotion which scared me even more. Finally he looked at me and said,
"What have I told you about listening to this kind of music, Niall? You don't want to get punished now, don't you?" I shook my head and he grabbed my still bruised wrist and pressed hard making me release a loud whine. Since the small cafe was mostly empty, there was no one near the back. He began added more pressure and was about to speak until we heard a cough.
"Sorry but it turns out we ran out of lemonade," Malik said with a weird look in his eye. I avoided all contact to avoid causing more arguments with Andrew and looked down at my wrist. He un tightened his grip a bit but still held it firmly.
"That's fine, we were just about to leave anyway," Andrew growled and pulled me up. He began dragging me towards the exit and I turned around last minute to look at Malik but he was already gone. I turned forward as the cool night breeze hit me. He took me into his car and basically threw me inside, slamming the door after.
"Niall, are your parents home?" He asked nicely.
"Y-yes," I lied. He looked at me and nodded, and began driving towards my house. He parked the car and got out.
"W-what are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, isn't it a great time to finally meet your parents?"
"It's late, Andrew. They won't be happy," I whispered.
He glared at me and dragged me forward by my hair, whispering into my ear, "I'm going to go home, but if I somehow hear that you lied, you're going to regret it."
He pushed me away and got into his car, leaving me by myself. I ran to the front door and put in the key in a hurry, just wanting to go to sleep. Why did my life have to be this way? I threw myself on the bed and whimpered as I pressed hard on the bruises. Why can't my life be different? Why can't I be loved?