Broken [Dark Zayn Malik Fanfic] *UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter Two: Falling Apart

A/N: This chapter contains drugs, alcohol and self-harm scenes. If you're feeling uncomfortable, please don't read it. Enjoy x

After a couple of hours of sitting at the park, the storm got worse and I decided it was time to go back home. The boys kept calling me blowing up my phone, but I was rejecting the calls. I walked to the front door of my house, shuffling the keys before unlocking the door. Once I stepped into the house, something dropped inside me. I let out a loud sigh slumming the door behind me shut and I made my way upstairs to the bedroom. I began undressing myself, taking off my soaked clothes and I jumped into the shower turning on the faucet letting the hot water hit my cold skin. I was just standing there lifeless with my eyes closed, desperately trying to shake off the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. I grabbed the sampoo bottle and heard the sound of a tiny metallic thing thing falling down. I shot my eyes open and bent down to reach it. A razor. I took the tiny mettalic thing in my hands, examinating it a bit.

So many questions were now in my mind. 'Should I do this?' 'How it feels?' 'Is it painful?' I've heard that lot of people were cutting in order to take the pain away, but is this the answer? I used to comfort all these young fans that confessed to me they were cutting and telling them they're better than this. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, trying to take my mind out of it, but I couldn't overcome the curiousness that was taking the best of me. I brought the razor to my left wrist and I took a deep breath. The sharp blade ripped my sensitive skin efortessly, leaving a burning sensation and I had to bite my bottom lip trying not to scream. The blood was now running uncontrolably and the drops of water that were hitting the open flesh were making the pain unbearable. Tears were forming in the corner of my eyes as I supported my back at the shower wall. For a while I wasn't thinking of her. The pain that little cut gave me, distracted me. For now the tears weren't for her; it was from pain. Pain that little cut gave me. I traced my fingers along the cut that wasn't deep, flinching in pain. A few seconds later, the blood stopped and I got out of the shower shuffling into the cabinets trying to find the gaze I had, wrapping the white fabring around the cut carefully. I grabbed a towel throwing it around my dripping skin on my lower body and I went back to my bedroom. My phone went off again and this time I reached it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Zayn? Thank God! Where have you been buddy? We've been worried about you." An upset, yet angry Harry yelled from the other line.

"Harry. Jeez! Calm down." I sighed and collapsed on my back at my unmade bed.

"Are you ok? Liam and Niall told us what happened." He said calmly this time.

"Yeah... I-I'm fine." I tried to sound convicing, but I totally failed. My voice cracked. I was trying to forget and nobody was helping me.

"Do you want me and Lou to come over? You know, keep you some company?"

"No it's fine, Harry. I want- I want to stay alone for a while." I spoke and sat up.

"Ok, man. But if you change your mind or you want anything, just give me a call. Ok?"

"Ok. Bye Harry."

"Bye."

I tossed my phone across the bed and I got up starting to get dressed. I headed down to the kitchen and at the fridge grabbing a couple of beers and I went back to the living room. I turned the tv on, without paying any attention to whatever was on before reaching for the pot I was saving in my jeans' pocket. I lit up the cigarette taking a long drag letting the smoke harm my lungs. I closed my eyes and I threw my head back getting really dizzy the moment my head hid the cushion; my vision blurring. I wasn't used to smoke that kind of stuff, I mean, I've tried it once at a party but I was totally drunk. My head was now pounding and the alcohol was bumping through my veins. At this point, I wasn't proud of myself.

3 weeks later

"Coming!" I groaned and I rushed to open the door. 

"Good mor- Oh dude! Put something on!" Louis chuckled and threw a punch at my forearm playfully making me stumble backwards. 

"Oh man." I chuckled too closing the door behind me. 

"Were you sleeping?" Louis spoke taking off his jacket but then his eyes went wide. I followed his gaze which landed on a brunette girl. She came downstairs taking a few stops in the middle of the stairway, struggling to put on her shoe as walked towards me. She peeked a kiss on my lips sliding a piece of paper with her number on it in my boxers and then she opened the door and left. 

"What. Was. That?!" Louis' mouth hang low. 

"Nothing." I said flatly and I laid down on the couch. The truth is that last night I went to a party, I got drunk and the next thing I remember was this girl on the other side of my bed. 

"Man, you need to stop this." Louis spatted pointing his finger at me and sat down next to me. 

"Stop what?" 

"This! Partying hard, drinking, smoking, having sex with random girls." 

"I'm finally over Perrie...Do you want me to be miserable again?" I asked in annoyance. 

"Cut the bullshits, Zayn. I know you're not over Perrie. All I want is to help you, but you're not going to help yourself if you continue living like that." Louis rolled his eyes and threw his body back on the couch.

"And what do you suggest?" I fired back. 

"That's why I'm here today." He smiled at me and sat straight folding his fingers together.

"Why?" I looked up at him. 

"You're going on a double date with me, El and El's friend, Jenna." He said and a smirk formed to his lips. 

"I'm going on a...what?!" I yelled and sat on my elbows. 

"A double date." Louis repeated, the same idiotic smile never leaving his face. 

"And what makes you think I'm coming?" I said sarcastically crossing my arms in defence. 

"Well, you don't have a choice." He said and stood up. "I'm going to pick you up tomorrow at 7" He continued and threw his jacket on his shoulders sprinting to the front door. 

"Wait Lo-" 

"Bye Zayn." He said and stepped out, shutting the door behind him not caring about my protests.

So, I guess I'm going on a date.

A/N: So this was chapter 2!! I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. On the next chapter, is going to be Jenna's POV (finally!!!) and the date!!! Oh I'm soo excited for you to read this.

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