The Alone Ones

But Does it Really Matter

Chapter 19

Zayn's POV

I wondered around the hide away in search of Paul.

Finally from the corner of my eye I find him.

"Paul! Paul," I call to him, "hey mate. I was wondering who can I talk to about joining the resistance Army?"

"Sargent Duncan. In the training room. But you don't join automatically. You have to prove a skill that may be useful to the army. Then you will have to work your way up," he said, "like you'll have to run to the city. Battle creatures. Get supplies much needed for this civilization to survive."

"I don't care what I have to do, I'll do it. Just to help," my determination was evident.

"Alright lad. But he's out now. Off to get supplies with the rest of the beginner crew," Paul said, "There's an open gym in the training room. If you'd like to practice."

"Thanks man," and I was off.

I finally reached the door I couldn't help but notice Liesa training with a group of girls.

"Liesa," I called to her.

She had taken notice in my presence and came trotting over.

"What are you doing here," I said in a hushed tone, "You're not the best at, well, killing."

"But I'm good at helping the wounded," she snapped a bit.

"Whoa Liesa. I didn't mean to insult you. I just didn't expect you to be here", I placed my hand on her shoulder.

She swatted my hand away as quick as I placed it on her, "I'm just as smart, and just as quick as the next person Zayn. And just because I'm not as barbaric as you doesn't mean I can't help in some way."

I was at a loss for words. The girl that I had grow fond too just snapped to being just as harsh as I could be.

As I could not find the words to say she left. Left me there. Shocked.

Liesa's POV.

"What did you say to him?" A girl yelped out, "You didn't tell him about him flirting with me. Did you?"

"No," anger filled my body.

I couldn't be mad at him. We had grown close in such a short amount of time. Like everyone else in our room, we are all Scarred. Niall has Skye. Louis had us girlfriend. Liam had his. Jarrod had a close friend in Harry. And I guess till this very moment, I had Zayn.

But hearing girls flirt with him, and mess with him made me weak. And at this point no one has room for weakness. It was easier for me to push away, then ignore it.

*flashback*

Laying on my cold mat on the floor, I had been woken by the screaming in my head.

In cold sweat I searched to find comfort I'm someone.

I began to panic. I had not become accustom to all the sleeping faces in the room.

The thoughts of what might have happened to my mom creeped into my mind.

I know I'm losing my mind at this point.

"Hey, are you okay," i heard a whisper come from the door

"Yeah I'm fine," I Wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Love, I can tell you're not," the voice was so sweet, "come in here."

I push myself up from my mat and slowly open the door.

I feel my arm being pulled toward someone.

I began to panic yet again.

"Calm down, just breath," I felt two strong arms wrap around me.

I begin to struggle to escape this persons grasp. Flashback after flashback of family friends and those creatures begin to flash through my mind. Too many to count.

Finally I just give up. My knees go weak and the tears begin to fall on my face.

"I know it hurts, but weakness is something you can't afford to have right now."

Finally I could recognize the voice.

Zayn.

*flashback over*

"He's just so hot."

"Can you just shut up? Can you? I've known him a whole lot longer then you. You sound like a slut. Just shut the hell up," I snapped.

I felt a fist came flying into my face, and for the first time I know what to do.

My firsts came flying right back at her.

I heard people yelling. Telling me to get off of her. But at this point.. I couldn't.

I felt two strong arms wrap around me like that night that feels so long ago.

Pulling and yanking. I still struggled to fight back.

Being thrown into a room. A somewhat dark room. But lit enough to see the face infront of me.

"What the hell was that Liesa?" I yelled at me.

"Nothing," my voice low. Trying to look away.

"Bull shit that was nothing. What's gotten into you," he pushes my right shoulder.

"Maybe I'm not the same girl you use to know. I'm not helpless anymore. I'm not the girl you held while I was losing my mind," I yelled at the top of my lungs.

He took a step back. I'm sure he was in shock. I've never been this hostile with him.

Zayn's POV.

What has happened to her. That sweet girl who took care of everyone when sick. The one who could calm a room. The level headed girl.

"And another thing. I'm so sick of girl after girl pawing at you. Trying to get to you! We have only been here what a day or two and you already have every girl falling for you. It's pathetic," she has yet to calm her tone.

At a loss for words there was only one thing to do.

I took her head in my hand. Placing my lips on hers.

At first she struggles, but after a moment or two she relaxed and began to kiss back.

Finally I let go.

"What just happened," her voice still searching for air.

"I don't know," I looked her right in the eye. My fingers entwining with hers, "but does it really matter."