Im your trouble maker. A Zayn Malik fanfic

Zayn, look what youve done

A-N >>>>>> hey guys:) so the song for this chapter is Dave Baxter whispers, so play it in the background while reading! It will set the chapter!! Anyways sorry I haven't updated I was in Spain, and I met some really amazing people, one in particular I wish I could get out of my head.. Anyways please enjoy this chapter, sorry if its sad, I'm listening to whispers while writing it, xx



Emily's pov>>>>


"Zayn" I called several times, more tears escaped my eye as I watched him almost kill the other guy. "Zayn!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, everyone stopped, Zayn, the guy, his friends hooting, everything. "Look what you've done!! There's blood everywhere Zayn!! Every time I turn you're here!! When will you just leave me alone. You're not my boyfriend!!!!" I snapped at him very loudly. That's when I saw it, that look in his eyes, that almost made me regret what I had said, that glint of immense pain in his eyes, that even if you blinked you would have missed it. His expression turned back to a blank one before he stood up, brushed off his jacket and walked away, just like that. Into a distance I didn't even recognise. Without saying a word. It was broad daylight, no later than 3o clock so I decided to walk home. As soon as I reached my door, I slid down my step and allowed the tears to escape, everything I felt, I just let it all go. This boy has charged his way into my life... No more than a minute later, the rain came. My mom wasn't home and I couldn't find my keys, frankly I didn't want them, I wanted to feel the cool rain. I just wanted to be free, free of every kind of drama, good or bad. I began sobbing, suddenly I felt to large hands followed by muscular arms wrap around me and pick me up, carrying me. I looked up to be greeted by Zayns hard face, I took this time to study his features, he truly was gorgeous. He carried me into his house, up his stairs and placed me on his bed, and put a blanket on me, still, saying nothing. Before exiting the room, I slowly let sleep take over, why had he done this for me?