Downfall [lwt]

Chapter One - Save You Tonight

May 8th, 2013 - Bella James

I walk out of the Pierced Direction concert. It was like music to my ears, hearing those four angelic voices singing into the microphone. "That concert was wicked, I'm telling ya!" Zayn says on the other end of the phone.

"I know right!" I say just as stoked.

"Oh man, the cops are here. I gotta go, bail me out of jail if I actually get in it."

I could feel his smirk all the way from the phone line. Zayn had gotten pretty lucky lately and no cops would bust him for having weed in his car.

You see, Zayn has a secret-ninja compartment where he keeps a gun, drugs (weed), and any other kind of illegal substance in there. I walk to a park bench and just sit thinking of everything that has happened. I finally got tickets to see my favorite band and I'm seeing their movie premiere. 

I walk back to Zayn's apartment and wait for him there. After about an hour, I realize I haven't gotten a text or call from him in a while. My phone starts to ring and I answer it. "Hello?"

"Hey Bella, I really did get in jail um... Will you bail me out?"

"I guess. Just give me about thirty minutes, do you know what jail you're at?" I ask sighing getting up and grabbing my purse.

"Yeah the one on thirty-two street and it costs only $200 to bail me out this time."

It feels like this is a recurring thing with Zayn and if he wants me to keep bailing him out, he needs to work it out.

"Alright, bye Zayn." He hangs up without another word and I mentally scold myself for giving in, once again.

I check my appearance in the tall mirror before heading out my car. I had an off-the-shoulder black sweater, baby blue jeans, and brown uggs. My strawberry red/blonde hair is up in a messy ponytail with a bunch of fly-aways. I start up the engine and drive to the nearest bank.

After I am done with the bank I head over to the jail on thirty-two street to hopefully bail him out. I park my car in the creepy dark parking lot and walk to the entrance. "What business do you have here?" The large policeman asks me.

"I came to bail my friend out of jail." "Who?" "Zayn Malik." I say pointing to the jail cell. "That will be $200." He holds his hand out and I sigh slowly giving him the money. Zayn is watching anxious to be let out. "You're free, Malik."

"When is his court date?" I ask out of curiosity. "A month from today." The officer says pushing us towards the door. "Thanks..." Zayn nods putting his hands in his pockets. "Zayn, you need to stop getting caught with weed in your car. Figure all that stuff out and then call me." I say hurrying to my car. 

When I drive off, he is just standing there with his mouth wide open. I'm leaving. I don't know where I am going, but it should be good.

June 8th, 2013 - Bella James

I rush out of the gym excited to start my new life as an independent woman. I take some pictures with the few friends I have and head straight for my car. I dodge everyone as summer has started and I am super excited.

I drive straight to my apartment and throw off the graduation outfit. When I check my phone I have a few unread messages from Zayn.

Zayn: Bells, where are you?

Should I come pick you up?

Answer my calls!

I guess you're busy... :(

Zayn has been acting quite strange lately. He has been texting and calling me a lot and it's starting to get on my nerves. I walk out of my house in white capri's, black vans, and a black ruffled tank top.

Maybe I should go sort things out with Zayn?

I text him and say, I'll be at your place in 20.

I get into my car and drive to Zayn's house. "Bella, where have you been? It's been exactly 15 minutes..." Zayn says in a panic.

"I just drove straight here."

"Well don't scare me like that! Why haven't you been answering me?" He asks.

"Zayn, I need to tell you something. I have graduated High School and my best friend wasn't there to congratulate me. You were in court..." His face falls before he takes a gulp. "Also, you're not my boyfriend so you don't need to know where I am 24/7..." 

"I-I... I was just wondering if you were okay."

"I know you were, I know you care, but you need to stop being so clingy." I state getting up to leave. I walk out of his apartment that once used to be my home. Ever since my dad died, Zayn has been taking care of me ever since.

I know that he wasn't trying to be so clingy, but it just happened. I go to a park near my house and sit down. I think over everything that has happened these past few months and to think how lucky I am to have even found Zayn, when I did it was miraculous. 

I was in a dark place before. I was suffering from depression and everything. I was having problems in school as in, not doing my work. My dad was in the hospital and they couldn't save him in time. Ever since then, I think how lucky I am to even be alive right now.

 "Are you alright?" An unfamiliar accent rings in my ear. I turn to face where the voice came from and I can't quite see the mysterious man that asked me. I hope he's not out to rape me. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess." I reassure him.

"Well that's good." The stranger sits down on the bench next to me. 

What do I even say to him? Why couldn't he have left me alone from the start?

"You know, I can tell you're not okay. Sometimes it's good to let it all out, even to a stranger."

"Well what's bothering you?" I ask curiously.

The man takes a deep breath and starts talking. "I just have people too nosy in my business and it really gets on my nerves. Why can't people leave others alone?" He sighs.

Oh you mean how you're not letting me alone to think, right now? Hmm... The irony.

"I know what you mean." I slump on the bench and his phone buzzes.

"I have to go, it was nice letting it out, how about you?" I simply nod and smile at him. He smiles back and before he rushes off I get a glimpse of his eyes.

He had his hood up on his head and he had sparkling blue eyes. 

He rushed off into the night and I sighed thinking, Why did he even come up to me in the first place? Most people just leave me to think.

I drive back home and crawl into bed re-thinking about what he said. 

"Sometimes it's good to just let it all out, even to a stranger."

I lay in bed thinking about the stranger with the blue sparkling eyes and think, he might of made my day 10 times better. Although I didn't get much accomplished today, that was the craziest stranger encounter I have ever had.