Damaged

A beautiful stranger who belongs in my nightmares

Stay with me tonight? 

"Zayn, I-I, I don't know you. No, i'll go." I didn't dare look at him, i couldn't even believe he just asked me that. "Come on, it's late. I'll stop out here, you have my bed." I think this was meant to be a suggestion but it sounded more like a demand. "This is your brothers house though? You have a bed here? And i don't think i can, i don't even know you, i'm sorry." I stood up from where i was sitting, i went to head towards the door to make my way home before it got even later but Zayns hand grabbed my wrist before i could move. "I call it my bed when he's away and you don't need to know me, i promise i'm not going to murder you, i could have by now. Please, i don't want you going out there now. And you're obviously not keen on going home." I let out a big sigh, i was terrified, i was more scared than i've ever been, what was i doing? This wasn't something sensible little Elle would do. "Fine." I think Zayn could tell i wasn't overly excited about this but he still looked a little happier. As soon as i sat back down, i found myself yawning, i hadn't realised how tired i was. "Go on, go to bed." I gave him a grateful look, i would have never asked to go myself so i'm glad he suggested it. I looked back at Zayn and he jumped up straight away and for some reason led me to a room at the end of the corridor. He stood at the doorway, watching me, looking into my eyes as i stared back, i wasn't sure why he was staring but i didn't want to break the silence, it was nice. But then, Zayn broke the silence, even though i could have stayed like that all night "Night." He kissed my forehead which i found a little uncomfortable then walked back up the corridor. 

I lay in bed overthinking, something i did very well. What was i doing here? What was i thinking? What had happened to me? Then something hit me, my parents were probably worried sick. Shit. I grabbed my phone and gave my mum a quick text. 

'I'm staying with a friend, sorry.' 

I was so glad mum didn't know much about my life, if she did she'd have a lot of questions. I didn't have any friends but she didn't know that. I thought about everything that had happened today, i had quite a day but surprisingly Zayn made that a little easier. I was drifting off to sleep when i realised i had left my bag in the living room, it had my sketches in, oh god.. But there was no way i was going back out there, i guess i had to leave it. I drifted off to dream land soon enough. 

"Hahaha you drew me, are you some sort of stalker? You weirdo. Della was right." 

"No, it wasn't like that. I'm not Zayn, i'm not. What has she been saying? Tell me." 

"You're weird, and you're a loner. I only felt sorry for you." 

"Don't say that, no Zayn, i'm sorry." 

"No one will ever like you Elle. Nobody." 

I saw a fist come down on me and connect with my face. 

I shot up in bed, my dream had terrified me. I couldn't catch my breath, I had tears streaming down my cheeks, hadn't i cried enough today? 

It took me a while to fall back asleep hoping i wasn't going to have a similiar dream. 

(ZAYN) 

As i was making my way to the bathroom i heard noises coming from my room, well my brothers room. 'No it wasn't like that. I'm not Zayn.' Then muttering.. 'Don't say that, no Zayn, i'm sorry.' Was she dreaming about me? Anyways it didn't sound like a very good dream. As soon as i was finished in the bathroom i made my way back to the living room, in the corner of my eye i saw her bag sitting on the floor next to the sofa. I would say i never normally invade peoples privacy, but, well i did. I peaked inside and saw her sketch pad, i couldn't help but have a look, as i searched through them i saw a lot of landscapes, with little notes at the bottom, the park, the pond and the field just past the park. On the field i saw a girl sitting in the distance, she had her head in her hands sitting in the grass, i wondered what that was about. On the bottom it had 'A quiet place to think, a quiet place to cry.' It didn't affect me though, i thought it was nothing. I kept going through the pictures and i saw the one she drew that day in the park when i met her - 'A beautiful stranger who belongs in my nightmares.' I laughed to myself, what the hell did that mean? The next picture was of the pond, along the other side of the pond, i stood there, a cigarette in my hand and i looked pretty terrifying, this look in my eyes that even i had never seen. -'A look on someones face can tell alot. Always trust their eyes''. Again, i wondered what that meant but i suppose i may find out someday. I pulled out the pencils in her bag and began my own sketch, i wasn't as good as her but i did enjoy it. I drew a girl, i drew Elle, i drew the hurt in her eyes i could see when i looked at her, the loneliness, the sadness but you could also see a glimpse of hope. At the bottom i drew a little picture of our pinkies entwined, i wanted to cheer her up and i don't know why. -You'll always have me. I noticed she signed her sketches with 'Danielle x' so i decided to sign mine 'Zayn.' I was hoping she wouldn't discover this till after she had gone. When i finished i put the sketch pad back into the bag and soon drifted off to sleep. 

"You like me." 

"No, i don't." 

"You do. 'I'll always have you.' I don't need you." 

"I was only trying to be nice. I want to have sex with you, i don't like you." 

There was more hurt in her eyes as she edged closer to me, it turned into anger as she hit me with an object i didn't get a glimpse of. 

Blackness. 

I woke up feeling very uncomfortable with that dream, i made my way into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, there was no way i was going to sleep now, i was used to it since.. oh nevermind i was just used to it now. As i got into the kitchen i saw a dark figure standing there, motionless. I grabbed a pan from the bench and walked up to the figure, i didn't like this one bit. With one thud the dark figure was lying on the floor. I ran to turn the light on so i could see them. 

Elle? 

Shit. You stupid bastard.

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This is not going to be one of those stories where the girl ends up nearly dying/dying/in a coma and the boy realises how much he loves her, don't worry :))