Louis’ POV’
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“He was that hurt?” Harry nodded. I put the dishes in the sink.
“You have no idea!” he sighed. “He was so hurt, he already was, but then Niall left and he left Zayn hurt again. That’s why I can’t be easy on him… He hurt Zayn in so many ways…” He was looking at his hands. Then he looked to me gave me his hand and we sat on the sofa. I rested my head in his shoulder and he surrounded my shoulders with his arm.
“What happened before?” the TV was on but the only thing I cared about in that moment was to know. What’s Zayn’s problem? “How long do you know Zayn?”
“Since we were kids” he murmured. “We lived in the same neighborhood… My house was next to his.”
“But what happened? You said Zayn was hurt before… by whom?”
“Ahm…” I could feel his breath heavier. “When Zayn was five his mother died in a car accident… she had finished work and she was going home, and this truck hit in her car…” he took a deep breath. Zayn is his best friend and probably this hard for him, but I have to know. “And after that his father was so hurt… I have never seen a person so sad and hurt before… I was five like Zayn, but I could feel his father's pain. It was terrible. But after two years he left. Zayn was seven and his sister was five and they were alone. They were little kids and they were so lost. They didn’t have their parents, you know? Can you imagine a life without parents?” I grabbed his other hand and caressed it. “And Zayn was a child and he had to take care of his little sister… he didn’t forgive his father or what he did… anyway… after a week, social security appeared and they took them to the orphanage. I lost contact with them for two months… But when the school began again after summer break, in the first day I saw Zayn again. He was put in the same school as me and in my class. We were best friends back then. But Zayn wasn’t happy… that place they called home, was awful… they hit the shit out of him, terrible. Zayn always protected his sister and when that orphanage people wanted to hit in his sister he almost killed them everytime they tried… and most of the times he was the one who was hurt…” I sighed. Poor Zayn. “Zayn went to a lot of shit in life, Lou… People in there were horrible. But he was seven and he couldn’t do much, you know? He was just a kid. People didn’t want them, because they were two, so they had to suck it up. But then I had this idea… Mom was gonna be mad…” he laughed. “And she was mad when I asked her… but Zayn was my friend and I had to do that for him. So, one day Zayn went to school and he had a blur in his eye. I remember I said that was enough. So I missed the whole day of school and I went to meet my mom at her work. She was worried and I told her the all story. I said: ‘Mom, you don’t know how awful that place is. They hit him, mom… And Zayn is my best friend and I love him and I can’t do anything for him… and today he came to school and he had this blur in the eye… and it’s enough, mom. I can’t stand seeing him like that. It’s not his fault that his father left. Can we please, please, please, adopt them? Please Mom! You knew his mom… you did university with her, you know she would like this, please Mom… and Gemma likes Zayn… And if you don’t help them, I will... I will help them run out of that awful place… I have nothing to lose Mom, but Zayn has a lot to lose… he can’t lose his childhood, Mom.’ I was pretty much blackmailing her. But I remember I was crying my heart out. Of course she grounded me. I missed a whole day of school. In the month I was grounded, I did a plan… I mean… two plans. The plan number one was for help Zayn and his sister leaving that place; the plan number two was how can we put two more people in the house?” He took a deep breath. I looked to him and smiled. He loved Zayn so much. “So after a month my mom entered in my room and said: ‘We need to talk’ and she have that cute face and always smiling but when she wanted to be serious and determined she was. Well anyway, she came into my room and said we need to talk, I was nervous because I wasn’t thinking in Zayn’s adoption anymore, but she thought about that for a whole month… so in that day she was coming from the cemetery, was a Sunday, the day she visited Zayn’s mother since she passed away, and she said: ‘I’ll do it’ and in that moment I was so happy that I couldn’t control my smile or my giggles… I hugged her so tight. I was truly happy. I ran to the orphanage and knock on the door. An old woman opened it and looked at me. ‘Can I help you, kid?’ she said, I said that I needed to talk with Zayn Malik. She let me enter. And I ran to his room. He was drawing. Zayn loves drawing. He was a kid but he knew so much about life. And I told him and we jumped on the bed for thirty minutes.” He laughed. I smiled. “We were happy. Of course, the things didn’t happen right the way. We had to wait seven years. But it was worth it. In that day we left the court, we were so happy. And Mom finally said: ‘Welcome home!’ Zayn cried and his sister cried. Gemma cried so much in that day and well me too…” I was looking at him. He had tears in his eyes but he was happy. Zayn means so much to him. “That’s why I can’t let anyone hurt Zayn again. He suffered so much in life. He’s not just my best friend, he is my brother. I love him with my heart and I will not let anyone hurt him ever again. I can’t Louis.” I nodded and he cleaned the tears were now falling from his beautiful green eyes.
