Melted

Chapter 11

Within a couple of minutes, there was a knock on the front door. I grabbed the closest wall next to me and tried my best to stand up without falling from being so dizzy.

As I made my way downstairs, I wondered why my mom hasn't answered the door yet. Usually she answers the door right away. No delay.

I looked around the house before proceeding to the door that was waiting to be opened. My mom was no where to be found.

Wherever she went, she left all the lights on and something that caught my eye out of everything was wine bottle broken to pieces all over the kitchen floor. The wine was gone, so she must've drank all of it before throwing the bottle on the ground. A wind glass peacefully sat on the counter. Her lipstick leaving a ring of red on the top of the glass.

How did I not hear the wine bottle break?

Another knock on the door distracted me from the mystery and I quickly ran to the door, not taking my mind off the wine bottle.

I opened the door to find Zayn standing there. He had a plastic grocery bag in his hand and he was dressed in a thick coat with a plaid scarf wrapped around his neck.

He looked at me with a concerned look, "Eleina, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" I stood in the door way, feeling the cool air brush against my bare legs. My hair stood up from the goose bumps and I shivered.

"Eh, I don't know. . . You just never seem interested in me."

I grabbed his arm and yanked him inside my house, quickly closing the door once he entered. "Zayn, I need someone right now and you seem to be the only person that is willing to talk to me."

He stared down at me, "well I'll always be here for you."

We both exchanged smiles.

"Do you live here all alone or something. . .?" He asked.

"What do you mean by that?" I questioned rather quickly.

His eyes scanned my small house, "we're the only two here." He continued on and walked into the kitchen.

"Wait, stop. Don't go in there!" I ran after him and tightly grabbed his arm to stop him from advancing towards the kitchen full of broken glass.

Zayn got loose from my tight grip and caught a glimpse of everything I didn't want him to see.

He turned around to face me. His face looked scared but something in the way he looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes, told me that he was sincere about everything he has told me me in the past couple days

Do I finally have someone that cares about me?

"What is all of this?" The tone in his voice made me want to hug him and cry in his arms because he sounded like he cared but I was too scared to tell him anything. I was afraid he might not want to talk to me again. Afraid he would think I was a freak, just like my mother.

I maneuvered myself around Zayn's body and looked at the glass. It looked worse than I thought. "I dropped a glass." I lied. I knelt down next to the glass and studied it.

"A wine bottle?" Zayn reassured.

While Zayn focused on me watching the glass, wondering what was happening, I was focused on trying to figure out where my mom could've possibly gone and why she would've threw this bottle to the ground.

I looked up at Zayn, then glanced back at the wine bottle, "fine. It was my mom."

He ran over to me and took a seat next to me on the cold tile, kitchen floor, next to the shattered glass.

Our bodies were touching I felt happy for once.

I smiled.

I was sitting next to Zayn Malik.

Zayn Malik was in my house.

His eyes met with mine and his cold fingertips lightly touched the sides of my face as he rested his forehead on mine.

I wrapped my small, warm hands around his and gently shut my eyes, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't stop myself from crying. It just had to happen.

"Don't cry El, I'm here. I'm here." He whispered softly, pulling my body closer to his. My head resting on his warm chest.

I wiped a tear away and felt Zayn's fingers comb through my hair. He was trying to calm me down down but the crying just wouldn't stop.

And just then, I forgot about all the horrible things happening in my life and focused on Zayn.

I am in love with Zayn Malik.