Sharing A House With One Direction (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Broken Hearted Sobs *Chapter Seven*

*Chloe's POV*

I was laying on the couch staring straight at the tv but not actually paying attention. I felt my eyelids drooping as I continued to stare around the room. I was a second away from falling into a relaxing sleep til I heard the front door slam shut. I sat up quickly looking over at a very tense, angry Zayn. His hair was going in all different directions, his cheeks looked tear stained and his shirt was wrinkled. Lastly my eyes traveled down to his bloody knuckles and then his bloody jeans.

"Zayn," I gasp as he leans against the door, chest rising and falling. His eyes meet mine, they were full of anger, sadness but they softened a bit when he saw me. Tears were sitting on the brim of his eyes as he slid down the door.

I leaped off the couch and ran over to him. I sat next to him thinking of what to say. I felt my heart breaking seeing him in this state. I placed a hand on his tensed shoulder and it sulked at my touch. His back vibrated as he let the tears roll down his red cheeks and a sob escaped his lips. He put his head in his hands and sobbed harder. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and my free hand on his bicep. I couldn't help but get giddy at how muscular he was, but I instantly washed it away as another sob filled the room. I placed my head on his shoulder trying to comfort him as best as I could, I've never seen him this way. I've never seen a guy this way at all actually. Only one name could come to mind to why he was like this, Perrie.

"Zayn," I say as his sobs stop after a few long moments. He looks up but doesn't say anything. His eyes were no longer full of anger but tears and hurt. I felt my stomach drop at this, I couldn't help it. He looked so broken it was like crushing a poor puppies feelings.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked as it almost came out as a whisper. He tensed up a bit but I began rubbing circles into his back and he instantly softened. He bit his lip looking at the corner of the room, where nothing seemed to be.

"Perrie," He looked down at his knuckles once more. "She slept with one of my best friends," He frowned. "Ex best friend, I mean." He says breathing slowly.

I don't say anything, just pull him into a comforting hug. I absolutely knew what he was going through and couldn't help but remember I just wanted to be comforted after that not asked a million questions. I sat in front of him and wrapped my arms around his torso as his went to my waist. I leaned in closer and burried my face into the crook of his neck hoping this would help him feel better.

"Thank you Chloe," He mumbles into my shoulder.

"I understand what your going through," I half-whisper not pulling away from the hug. "And trust me, it hurts now but there is a girl out there waiting for you Zayn." No, I wasn't referring to me. "You just got to find her." I say pulling away.

"You know, your always there for me." He smiles. "But I've been such a douche that I'm never there to comfort you when your sad."

"You don't need too," I shake my head placing my hands in my lap.

"Perrie had me wrapped around her bony finger," He frowned and looked down at his now crossed legs.

Sounds all too familiar.

I pat his shoulder sending a warm smile before standing.

"Rest is the best remedy," I reach for his hand which he accepts. I pull him up and lead him upstairs into his bedroom. I flicker on the light before taking him to his king size bed. He lays in the ruffled comforters and rips off his jeans.

"You could've warned me first!" I exclaimed covering my eyes.

"You were the one looking," He chuckled for the first time tonight. It brought a very happy smile to my lips.

"Are you done?" I asked still using my hands as a blindfold.

"Yes ma'm," His voice rings out. I look from behind my hands and see him shirtless under his comforters.

"Okay get some sleep," I say walking to the door getting ready to leave.

"Wait," His voice stopped me from turning the knob. "Stay with me?"

I choked on my own spit and felt like I was going to suffocate. Was he joking?

Surely he wasn't because when I turned around and searched his face for a sign of a just kidding there wasn't anything but seriousness and a slight hurt.

"With you in your bed?" I asked, spitting it out awfully to fast.

"Why not?" He shrugged making room for me beside him. I widened my eyes and felt my stomach do summersaults. I was already in my pajamas so there wasn't a reason not too.

"O-okay," I nodded stumbling over to his bed. I climbed in and layed down breathing heavily. I felt his long, muscular arm drape over my waist pulling my closer into him. He nuzzled his face into my neck as his breathing went into a soft pattern while mine was still hitched in my throat. I relaxed a little and realized this is just Zayn. He isn't into me, he just wants to be comforted. I rolled over and snuggled into his chest feeling more warm then before.

Surely, this was the best moment of my life.