Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 5. Unexpected Rescue

A/N I had to take Justin out if the story cos it made no sense to put his song in then have him in Zayn's gang as not famous :( and yh I need to edit the other chapters I just realised lots of mistakes sorryyyy anyway....here's ur chapter 5

Enjoy! :)xx

_______________

Chapter 5. Unexpected Rescue

I felt someone grab me from around my waist and just as I was about to scream a huge hand covered my mouth making my screams unheard and muffled. I struggled against the tight grip kicking my legs around and throwing my arms around wildly. "Make another move and I swear I will punch your ugly little face" The scary drunk guy said. I stood there crying and struggling against the drunk guy's tight grasp. Suddenly I was freed from the painful grasp but toppled to the ground because I couldn't balance myself because of my heels. I sat up staring in horror at the person who came to rescue me from this freak. It was Zayn. He punched the drunk guy in the stomach several times before kicking him on his shin.

I sat there looking bewildered until finally Zayn stood there staring at the guy angrily as the beaten guy groaned in pain.

Finally Zayn looked up at me his expression hard and his eyes dark and full of anger. His fist clenching and unclenching for a while until he finally came towards me and grabbed me off the ground, rather roughly. "Why can't you be more careful?" He growled, staring at me in the eyes while I squirmed under his grasp and stared at the ground to avoid his gaze.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He shouted, his words echoing throughout the quiet street. I quickly looked him in the eyes and I thought I saw his expression soften for a second but that could've just been my eyes playing with me because he tightened his grasp around my arm causing me to yelp in pain. He finally let go and started walking back to the school building as I stood there trying to let everything that just happened, sink in. I was probably a hideous mess and I don't want to get caught by another drunk dude so I started making my way home.

When I reached Yasmin's- I mean our doorstep I started searching for an extra key and I found one hidden under the mat by the doorstep. I mentally cheered and let myself in, taking off my dress as soon as I got into my room and sighed in relief as I let my hair fall free from it's once beautiful bun that was now just a tight mess. I changed into my sweats and went into the living room to watch something on TV for a while before heading off to bed. I still had school tomorrow. I sighed and continued reminding myself that there were only three more days then I won't have to see Zayn or his group for a month. That's when I remembered all over again, Zayn was with Yasmin. I heart ached when I remembered their little moment they had in front of me. It was only a crush but I couldn't help but letting a few tears fall to ease the pain. It didn't help, I needed to cut. Badly. I switched the TV off and went to my bathroom, locking the door so Yasmin won't walk in seeing me in such a state when she returned. I didn't have to lock the door when i lived with my dad since he wouldn't ever even come across the idea of checking up on me like normal parents. Even if he would've seen me cut, he wouldn't care he'd more than happy to see me on the floor, with bleeding wrists, dead. I sat on the edge of the bath tub, since I accidentally spilt a lot of water on the bathroom floor while removing my make up that was hardly even there when I got back home, and went through my shoulder bag. After finding my blade I threw the bag on the side and started cutting small lines. It stung, really badly. I winced but allowed the pain as I sat there staring at my wrists as they bleed. Finally, after I was satisfied I washed my wrists and walked out of the bathroom with my bag leaving it on my desk as I crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep.

____________

(Dream)

I was running through an endless field in a long black dress. I suddenly stopped running, and searched. Then I found the person I was looking for. The tall, mysterious boy with raven hair and olive toned skin. He opened his arms out and I ran straight into them melting into his touch like butter melting in a hot pan. He started running his fingers through my hand soothingly. "I love you" the beautiful boy whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine. "I love you too Zayn" I breathed. Zayn? Why was it Zayn...?