Damaged

I, Elle, promise to help Zayn.

As we reached the club i stood outside, taking in my surroundings, Elle didn't go to clubs and most of all, Elle didnt go to clubs with people who are practically strangers. Zayn was walking towards the door until he realised i had stopped, he turned to look at me with a frown on his face "Aren't you coming?" His frown deepened, i could tell he was confused as just five minutes ago i had a beaming smile on my face and was so excited. "I don't know, its not my scene." I put my head down, i didn't want to sound nerdy. "You've changed your tune, try it. You might actually like it." I decided i needed to have a few drinks right now and it wouldn't hurt right? As we entered Zayn pointed out a table and told me to sit while he went to the toilet and then got us some drinks, i told him what drink i would like and then sat down. I sat at  the table, keeping my eyes on my lap the whole time, i didn't dare look up. Zayn had just gone to the toilet when a woman approached me at the table. She had long black hair, i would say she was in her fourties, she had bags under her eyes and was quite well built, she wasn't little like me, she was tall and her arms were quite muscular. She sat down next to me, i was still looking down at my lap after i had a quick glance at her, before any of us said anything she grabbed my wrist, she leaned over to my ear and whispered "why are you here with him? you can't bring him in here'' and just tightened her grip, it hurt but i didn't want to look up, that may give a reason to hit me. After about 3 minutes of pure torture the woman got up and walked away, i came to the conclusion she was mental. 

You're a wimp - my head told me this again and again. 

Maybe i was a wimp but she was more than twice my age, she was terrifying, i could see it in her eyes when i looked up, the anger. About 30 seconds after she got up i looked around to see if i could spot her, she was over the over side of the room, her back to my table, i was hoping that was the end of it. Zayn came into my vision just as i looked up, he glanced at me then turned back to the bar, i saw him talking to the barman then grabbing us our drinks. He got a pint of lager - typical. And i got a purple rain drink, it had always been my favourite. I wasn't in to wine and vodka like most other girls. As soon as Zayn placed the drink down i lifted my hand up to grab it - Instant regret. Zayn looked down at my arm, it was quite red and had a little bruising, wow she really was strong, mind i did have tiny wrists. Horror came over his face, he looked shocked and sympathetic. 

Oh Zayn, don't you start giving me that look. 

His move opened but he didn't say anything, i saw his adams apple move as he swallowed, i hoped he wasn't getting ready to talk. "Who.. Who did that?" He looked down at my arm and back up to my eyes, he stared, like he was searching for the answer in them. "Oh its nothing, it happened a few days ago." I smiled back at him, trying to make it look like an actual smile but i guessed i just looked nervous. "Don't lie, it wasn't there before. Who?" He suddenly looked tense, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were a little easier to read - hurt and anger. "It just happened so quick, she just grabbed my wrist and.. it hurt." I went to look over to where the woman was sitting but she was gone, i scanned the room for her until i gave up searching. "She's gone." I looked back down on my lap as i said this, hoping he would believe me. "I should have never brung you here." He was still angry, his hand hit the table, he had it clenched by now, but then, he just looked defeated. "No it's alright, she's gone, lets just enjoy our night.'' I could see he wasn't happy about this but he let it slide and we carried on drinking and talking, i realised Zayn could easily make me laugh as my cheeks started to hurt from laughing and smiling, i had totally forgot about the woman from earlier. Until..

The woman from earlier walked past, i wasn't going to mention it to Zayn but then something happened that confused me. ''What the hell are you doing here?'' The anger came boiling up in his eyes, his fist hit the table again but this time with enough force to make me jump. The woman turned to Zayn and just smirked, he was angry, beyond angry and she just smirked. He then looked down at my arm and a look of shock came over his face "Was this you? Did you do this?" She started to walk towards him, the smirk still apparent on her face but he backed away. Her face said it all. "No! You do not get to treat her like this! You destroyed me but no way are you getting to her." I just sat there examining him, it was so hard to tell what he was thinking. She reached her arm out although it didn't look like she was going to hit him, he flinched, then he kind of zoned out. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes and before i knew it he was gone. Oh god, this was not good, what do i do? 

I stood up and barged past the large crowd that had surrounded us, i hardly knew where i was and i didn't know where Zayn was, i had no idea where to go. I walked out the doors and took a deep breath, i slouched against the wall and contemplated what to do next. That is until i saw the man who was with the woman come running out of the door, he ran round the corner and i followed, curious as to what he was doing. A little along the way i saw Zayn, he was slowly walking towards the park, i think.. I know he went there a lot. The man ran after him, i had now identified him as 'Kaz' as the woman had come running out after him screaming 'you get him Kaz, i love you' ergh, excuse me while i be sick. Wait.. 'Get him Kaz?' Was he going to get Zayn? Why? The woman had obviously done something wrong, Zayn was basically crying for gods sake. I can't explain how my heart felt when i saw Kaz reach Zayn and punch him about 5 times until Zayn fell to the floor moaning. I tried to run to get to him but someone pulled me back, it was her. "He deserved that. He's scum.'' I shot her a look of disgust and ran to Zayn, i had no idea what was going on but Zayn and i got on, i had to help him even if i wasn't sure if i liked him. 

I got to him and he just lay there, smiling. What did he have to smile about? "What? How can you be smiling right now?" I shot him a confused look, because that is what i've been nearly all day. "You know i think thats the first time i haven't fought back when someone hit me.'' a little chuckle left his lips but it wasn't a humurous one. "Why?" My eyebrows frowned at him, he was so hard to understand. "Because i knew you were watching." As soon as those words left his lips i just wanted to hug him, i had seen him in a fight before but of course he didn't know that, knowing he thought of me while being punched several times was so sweet. I smiled at his answer and held my hand out to help him up. As he stood he winced, which instantly told me he was in pain. We had a slow walk back to his brothers, not saying a word the whole time and in all honestly i felt pretty awkward. 

We eventually got to his brothers flat and i helped him sit down on the sofa, i then made us some hot chocolate, kind of a drag to go from drinking alcohol to hot chocolates but we couldn't have stayed out. I put our hot chocolates down on the table and got a cloth from the kitchen. I sat down in front of him and started to clean his face which wasn't in great condition, the whole time i stared into his eyes, and he never looked away either. "Zayn?" I kept my eyes locked with his as i was about to question him on every thing i had running around in my brain. "Hm?" He waited for my reply. "Why did he do this?'' I could see his expression change instantly but i couldn't read it. ''Its complicated and you are definitely not getting involved.'' His expression stayed the same, dark. I didn't know if he didn't want me involved because he had my intentions at heart or if he just didn't want to tell me, either way i dropped it, for now. "Wheres your brother?'' Now i could definitely read him, he was upset, hurt, maybe even angry but why? ''He's away.'' He tried to give me a smile but i had seen him smile and that was not a genuine smile. ''He's been gone a long time and all your stuff is here, i don't get it, you live two minutes away.'' I didn't want to pry but i think i liked Zayn, as a friend and i wanted to know this stuff. He sighed and shook his head, i didn't say anything else. 

Pretty soon Zayn had convinced me to stay, this time we were both in his room but we were just friends and friends did that, what the hell did i know? I've never had a friend. My eyes started to feel heavy and as i was drifting off to sleep i heard Zayn say ''You ruined my life, i hate you for that. You're going nowhere near Elle. I want you out my life.'' He was quite the sleep talker, but i just wanted to know more so i forced myself to stay awake a little longer. About half an hour later was the next time he talked, i should have went to sleep but i was so interested. He sounded like a little boy as he said ''Why? Why did you do that to me? What did i ever do to you?'' And then i saw a tear fall from his face. I wanted to help him, i was determined to help him. 

I, Elle, promise to help Zayn. 

Help him with whatever he's going/went through, and i never break a promise.