After Zayn dropped me off at my house, I felt a lump in my throat, knowing something bad was about to happen. I unlock the door slowly, looking behind me. I see Zayn in his car, cautiously staring at me. I stare back at him for a moment, and then I turn back at the door. It was inviting me in, but dread told me that it was going to happen. I'd cry. I knew I would, whatever it was. I open the door to hear exasperated crying. It was my mom.
"Mom!" I cry out, running to her side. "Mom! What's wrong?" She looks at me with such panic and she looked like a tiny, isolated kitten.
"Amber, I will talk to you in a minute. Is Zayn still here?" I shrug, running to the door. He was still there. I run to the car quickly and he looks at me with wonder.
"You okay?" He says, looking up from his phone.
"No." He furrows his eyebrows, unbuckling. He shuts the door, walking quickly to me. I look up, breaking my neck.
"What's wrong then?" I look down to the ground, fumbling.
"My mom is crying and I don't know what to do and she told me to come get you if you were still here." Zayn looks at me worried before jogging to my door. The cries rang through the door.
"C'mon." He opens the door, looking at my mom with wonder.
"Go upstairs." She says, between gasps. Why is she asking Zayn and I to go upstairs? I look up at Zayn with worry and he leans down, his warm breath on my neck.
"Don't worry babe. I will be here for you, even if it's the worse news in your life. " I nod, my stomach jumping around. We make it to my room, Zayn holding the door open.
"I'm just really worried like, I've never seen my mom cry." I pace around the room, my palms sweaty.
"Hey hey hey, let's get our minds off this. I could spend the night...." He trails off and I nod. "Okay let's play a game.... Truth." He says, looking at me expectantly.
"Truth?"
"Yeah. We ask each other questions, and we have to tell the truth fully. If you pass, you lose." Okay seemed simple. I point to him to start, and he places his finger on his chin. He hummed for a moment, his vibrations waving across the room to me. "How long have you been bullied?"
"Over four years." I say, looking to the ground.
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Since the 2 hours we have been waiting for my mom to tell us the news, I learned many things about Zayn. He can sing pretty well, and he enjoyed painting. He sold sculptures and drawings to charity, even though they didn't sell for much. "I'd do anything to give back to less fortunate people. Even if it's only a dollar, it makes a difference." He commented thoughtfully, his mind headed towards the ceiling. I really did admire Zayn. He had a huge heart, always considering others first. He went out of his way to make other people happy before he took a look at himself.
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So I'm really sorry that this was really short, I didn't know what else to write. Also I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't as good, but I think the next one will be better.
And also thank you for reading !
Next chapter may be shocking :)
