Just A Game ♡ Ziall

Chapter 4: A Warning

Zayn’s POV

         A few days had passed since the incident with Niall and people still seemed to snicker behind my back as they passed me by in the halls. Even when people weren’t laughing at me it felt like everyone’s eyes were focused on me. I was the laughing stock of the freshman class at UCLA. I couldn’t help but assume that things would only get worse from then on. I spent most days like this running to class and then running back to my dorm room to avoid any passes of judgment—and it seemed to be working. As long as I stayed out of sight I wouldn’t have to deal with any of the bullshit.

                I sat in bed with the covers drawn tightly around my body as I scanned over my Facebook timeline. Nothing really seemed out of place until I noticed that one of my ‘friends’ had liked a page called ‘the Truth about Zayn’. My mouse hovered over the link for a moment before I gathered up the courage to finally click it. When the page finally loaded there were nothing but quotes from my journal posted on this page. Seeing the most intimate details of my life posted on a social networking site for everyone to gawk at made me want to vanish off the face of the earth.

                I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes once again as I quickly closed out the page and shut my laptop. I needed to do something to take my mind off the pain that I was feeling. While it wasn’t the smartest of decisions, cutting popped into my head immediately. The voice in the back of my head screamed at me to do it.

                Go on and do it Zayn, no one will care if you harm yourself.

                At this point in time I couldn’t help but to give into what that voice was telling me. I rose off of my bed, heading into the bathroom. I turned my right and drew open the medicine cabinet to see a set of blades for my razor sitting there in a plastic case. With shaking hands I pulled the case out and stared down at the shimmering blades.

                What are you waiting for Zayn…?

                I slowly pulled off the top of the case and pulled out a blade, admiring it. This was the quickest answer to all my problems. I moved to sit down on the floor next to the toilet, not wanting to get blood all over the place. I took a deep breath and slowly drew the razor across my delicate skin, almost instantly there was a trickle of crimson blood at formed from the slice running down my forearm. My attention was immediately captured as I heard the door to the bathroom creak open.

                I looked up to see Harry standing in the threshold, a look of horror upon his face. It was like all the life and happiness had been sucked out of him in an instant. I hadn’t even heard him come in and yet I had no shame in what I was doing.

                “What the hell Zayn!?” Harry yelled his voice stern and filled with concern.

                I had never heard Harry this angry before. Usually he was so happy and carefree that it seemed that nothing in the world could ever bring him down.

                He slowly lowered himself down to my level, crouching down so that he could meet my gaze. “If you think this is going to help you get over what Niall did to you… you are sadly mistaken.”

                “I just thought…” My voice began to crack as my emotions poured through, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks.

                “Oh Zayn, come here.” Harry slowly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest.

                Automatically I felt secure as if nothing bad could possibly happen to me with my best mate right at my side. In these past few weeks Harry had been the only one who stood by me when my life turned into a raining shit storm. There were no words that could possibly describe how grateful I was to him. Ultimately, if it weren’t for Harry—I probably would have taken my own life.

                “I’m going to help you bandage this up and then I’m going to go get us some ice cream to share. We can watch a few Disney movies and just talk—usually that makes me feel better.”

                Harry slowly pulled away from the hug and stood up, opening the medicine cabinet. He pulled out a set of Monsters Inc. Band-Aids and a cream that would prevent my cut from getting infected. Once my arm was all bandaged up, Harry kissed my forehead and guided me back towards my bed where I laid down and hugged my pillow close to my chest. With that, he was gone.

Niall’s POV

                This all had gone a lot farther than I had ever wanted it to. I expected this all to blow over in a few days yet there were people who were still gossiping over the journal. The guilt began to set in every night that I laid down in my bed, thinking about the look of heartbreak on Zayn’s face. There was a fine line between being an asshole and pure evil, I believe that day I had crossed that line.

                A sigh passed my lips as I tried to focus on the book in front of me, trying to study for a quiz that I had in Communications. I needed to take my mind off Zayn. I needed to pretend that I hadn’t done anything. I was a few sentences into my reading when a fist collided with the side of my jaw. Pain began to surge throughout my face as I made an attempt to process what actually just happened. My blue eyes flickered up to meet a curly haired brunette standing next to me, an angered look on his face.

               “Wow, that actually felt a lot better than I thought it would.” He spoke aloud more to himself rather than to me.

                I quickly shot up from my chair and turned my body to directly face the boy, a look of confusion on my face. “What the hell was that for?”

                “That was for messing with my best mate and making him cut himself. You really don’t understand how much damage your bullshit causes, do you?”

                There was a sinking feeling in my chest as I realize that he was talking about Zayn. I had made Zayn cut himself. My stupidity had never driven someone to hurt themselves before, it was all too much for me to handle.

                “I want you to fix things with Zayn somehow and mend his heart, and then I want you to get the hell out of his life. Understand?” The curly haired boy grabbed a hold of my shirt collar and pulled me closer to him.

                “Fine.”

                Curls nodded his head and let go of me before turning towards the door and retreating out of the library. The commotion had caused everyone to stare at us and I decided that it would be best if I just followed the other boy’s example and leave. With a deep breath I exited the library and began to think of a way to make things up to Zayn.