Just Can't Let Him Go: L.T fanfic (A Fanfic I Wrote When I Was 13 Plz Ignore)

Chapter Two

I sigh, "Zayn, I don't want to talk about it. Just, please forget I ever said anything about it."

"Did you do it again?" He asks. I ignore him as I close my eyes.

"You did, didn't you?" His voice is full of mixed emotions, two of them being sadness and disappointment.

"Please, stop worrying about me Zayn, I'll be okay," I lie. I don't think I'll be okay, but I'm living right now, so I don't understand what's the big deal.

"Stop. Please, Blare, you can't do this to yourself anymore. This isn't what Har-"

I feel the anger boiling in my veins, "He's not here, Zayn! He hasn't been here for over a year now, so don't you dare tell me this isn't what he wanted! He should've pushed me in front of that car anyways!" I hissed, trying my best to keep my voice quiet.

I look towards Zayn. He's eyes are red as tears try to escape, but he refuses them. He shakes his head and crosses his arms. I sigh, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry, Zayn. I didn't mean to do that. It's just hard," I mumble, looking toward my hands, which were playing with my long sleeves.

"Just remember, I'm always here. So is Niall and Nichole. Just try for us, please." He says. I look to him and nod.

"They don't know, yet. Please, just don't tell them," I beg.

"Okay, but if this gets worse, I'm sorry, but I'll have to tell them. They're our best friends, they have to know one day. Just keep that in mind, please?" I nod.

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The rest of the week goes by quickly and now it's Friday. I'm so excited to go to Zayn's, which I'm on my way now. It's dark and the stars are peaking through the clouds above me. I'm glad that Zayn only lives in the next neighborhood, so it wasn't far of a walk and I wouldn't have to worry much about creepy people still out. He normally complains when I walk to his house, but I would reply that it doesn't matter.

I wore my galaxy legging and a white over-sized sweater. I had my long, straight black hair tied up in a big messy bun. My emerald green eyes were winged and the rest of my pale, freckled face was without make up.

I finally reached the medium sized house that was built with red bricks and a small black door. I knocked on the door and wait for a few seconds. I jump and scream, causing my lungs to burn, when I heard a loud bang. I turn around as I heard a bunch of giggles, "You jerks!" I yell at my friends, who were walking up the steps.

They walk behind me and continue laughing as Zayn unlocks the door. I roll my eyes as we walk into the living room. The walls were filled of many photos of Zayn and his siblings. There's a specific photo that I particularly like. It's a photo of Zayn, Niall, Nichole, and I at an ice cream shop during the summer. Zayn took the photo. The couch in the living room is black leather and its big enough to fit a lot of people one it. There's a bookshelf near the tv, which was filled of books that Trisha, Zayn's mother, loved. I love staying at the one- floored house, it's like a real home for me.

"My sisters are going to be out, they're staying at a friend's house. So, what movie are we going to be watching?" Zayn informs and asks.

"It's my turn," I say excitedly.

"Oh, not Frozen, again," Zayn sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Fine then, let's watch... Mean Girls," I say, still smiling.

"Alright," Zayn says and clicks to Netflix. He clicks on the movie as Niall and Nichole snuggle close together.

"So, have you heard about the new kid?" Zayn asks.

"Huh?" I ask, loosing my focus on the TV.

"There's a new kid, remember? He's in our algebra class." He says as I look to him.

"Oh, yeah! I also have him in lunch, biology, and gym. What's his name? Lewis or Louis? Something like that?" I ask.

Zayn nods, "Yeah, I think he's names Louis. He's kinda weird. He always talks to that Liam guy." He states.

I look at him, confused. Zayn isn't normally the person to judge people without knowing them or to ever judge a person for their looks.

"Just because they have tattoos, doesn't mean they're bad people," I remind him. Why is he randomly judging them like they've done something bad? He just met Louis this week.

"I know. I just don't have a good feeling about them. Plus, Louis is an exchange student from London. There's a lot of bad rumors about him, just please be careful if he talks to you, okay?" I nod and continue to watch the movie.

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"Blare, wake up." Zayn whispers.

I groan and snuggle closer to whatever I'm cuddling with. "Do I have to?"

"You can stay over, if you like to," Zayn says with a slight chuckle.

I open my eyes and realize that I'm snuggled into Zayn's chest and his arms are wrapped around me.

"Sorry, I fell asleep on you," I say and blush.

"It's okay," he chuckles, "Like I said, you can sleepover. I already asked because mom just passed us and saw you asleep. Niall and Nichole left about an hour ago." Zayn says, causing me to blush slightly more. He chuckles at my rosy cheeks as I sit up.

"I'll go get you a blanket and yes, I'll get the fluffy pillow for you," Zayn says, causing me to giggle.

I normally stay over a lot on Fridays. His family knows about mine, so they understand why I stay over a lot.

Zayn walks back from his room, as promised, he gives me the fluffy pillow and a blanket. That's when I notice, he's going to sleep on the floor because he has another blanket and pillow, and he just sat the pillow down.

"Thanks," I say, "But please, don't sleep on the floor. You could lay with me," I mumble, feeling slightly awkward.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I nod and stand up so he could lay on the couch first.

"I could just sleep on the floor, if you want me to," he says, kinda shyly.

I shake my head, "No, the couch is a lot more comfortable." I lay on top of him and snuggle back into his chest, despite still feeling slightly awkward. He pulls the blanket up my shoulders and wraps his arms around me again.

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I woke up, earlier than usual. I look up to Zayn's sleeping face. His eyes are closed and starts moving rapidly. They slowly open as his arms wraps tighter around me.

"Good morning," I whisper. A small lazy smile popes on to his face.

"Good morning. When did you wake up?"

"Just now," I say as I put my nose back into the crook of his neck.

We lay there for a few minutes as Zayn rubs small circles in my back.

"Are you hungry? We can make waffles?" He asks. I smile and nod. I stand up, yawn, and stretch out a little bit.

"Come on, sleepy head," Zayn teases me, causing the both of us to giggle.