Zayn
"Would you stop crying?" I sigh, looking over at the blubbering mess opposite me that is Violet. She's been crying ever since we got thrown into this stupid place, and I don't even know why.
"I-I-I-" breathe "j-j-ust" breathe "c-can't" choke "b-b-be" breathe "i-in here." Loud sob. She holds her head in her hands and continues to cry, and I just roll my eyes and lull my head back.
The security guard walks past the cell gate and eyes Violet curiously. It's no doubt she can be heard from China, and obviously they don't get too many hysterical teenage girls thrown into the mall jail.
"Was it really necessary to put us in separate cells?" I ask the guard rhetorically. Surely Violet would be better if we were together. Well, maybe.
He turns away from Violet's cell, eyes focused heavily on me. Any pity he felt for Violet sure doesn't fly onto me. "I don't think you should be speaking, son."
"How many times do I have to tell you that we were trapped."
"I've heard it more than enough, son," the guard snaps. "And it still doesn't change anything. Your lady friend can cry all she wants but none of y'all are getting let out 'til mornin'. Now shut it." He stomps off before I can tell him to shove his 'son' and 'lady friend' and American accent up his ass.
"Z-Z-Zayn?"
Oh, here we go. "What?" I snap. You know, this is all her fault. All hers. She doesn't deserve any pity. And you know what else? I'm glad we are in separate cells. But I can still hear her.
"W-Why are we in here?" She sniffs loudly.
"Because we're thugs," I respond, looking up at the blindingly white light in my cell. About twenty or so moths fly around it, careful not to join the hundred dead ones that lay inside the shade. My eyes squint, the room's so bright. White walls, white floors, white lights. It's all too much considering I had just spent the most of my night by candlelight.
"I can't be in here," she carries on hurriedly. "I can't. I have an A-grade average; I'm a good person. I'm a hard worker, a smart person. I'm kind, I'm loyal, I'm behaved. I don't deserve this! To be in jail? I can't, I can't," she starts crying again. "I can't be in here! This is all your fault. I shouldn't have been hanging around with you in the first place. I knew this would happen; you're trouble. This is probably your home."
I turn to her then, a little pissed. "My fault? For fucks sake, you have got to be kidding me! You know what, you do deserve to be in here. And I hope this scars your record and you get expelled from the school because you're such a bad student."
She cries harder.
"Oh, come on. It's not that bad. You get your own bed, some blankets, a toilet." I look around all the delicacies that fill my room.
"My toilet has blood in it," Violet says.
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When Worlds Collide - A Zayn Malik Fanfic
Fanfiction"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."
