My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

'I called her Because?'

'She was what I thought about, look for and care for. Her life was mine, I just wished I was her's'

Listen to This Girl by Laza Morgan
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Chapter 8: 'I called her Because?'
Zayn POV
'Work work work work work work he say me have to w..'

My eyes flickered as the very identifiable Rihanna buzzed across my ears. The frustratingly cold floor slapped my cheek as i figured out my body lay helplessly on the floor. Although, I do realise it wasn't mine. I had a sudden thrill of electrifying pain throughout my body. My legs felt like huge bags of water and my arms swarm around, giving a sick backache and rupturing my very existent cage of vulnerable ribs. A voice screeched the brakes of my imaginations and I shuddered because of cold.

'I have got rihanna on my mind! Who!yeah I got her on my mind'

I gazed sideways, twiching my lips to see my clown. Lou.

I grabbed the corner of a familiarly looking bed and dragged myself up to it.

'Lou?
Nothing but a cranky whisper came out of my mouth too dry to be called a voice. I saw him twerking and doing all those weird rihanna steps. How on earth will I manage that? I remebered almost nothing about last night. Just the fact that some kind of distressing conversation took place and I smoked too much. I got dizzy and here where I ended up in. Lou's apartment.

I was in the middle of sitting and laying position on his always expexted messy bed. There's one word that would describe him and his room. Open.

Every single thing that belongs to him is open. Except for me.

I tried hard to scream over the loud obnoxious music beats but all I could see and hear was Lou being a bitch. A total one. I struggled hard and reached towards his laptop. A click of a button and that stopped everything. I sighed with relief.

'Zayniee you got awake? When?' He squealed while coming with his huge arms to hug me. God no, morning hugs. That's his theory. Even if your last night got all bad and messy and unforgettable (in a bad way), there is one thing and one thing only that would make you feel better. A hug. Not my case, tho.

'Are you serious Lou? I screamed so hard. You weren't even looking at me' I snapped out.

He laughed and sat right next to me.
'So you watched my rihanna craziness?' He said in an embarrassing tone.

I nodded.

'Was it that bad?' He asked while biting his lips.

'More like Drake got a mixture of rihanna and usher to twerk with' I replied with a smile.

'Fine. It's not my fault if the twerking classes didn't worked out!' He responded with disappointment.

'Your kidding right?' I replied.

'You wish' he winked, Forget it, how are you feeling now?'

Silence lept over me for a minute. I remebered what actually makes me feel better or worse. It wasn't a moment, probably too many moments jolted together. I sighed.

'I will take it as nothing' he said in a low voice.

'I don't wanna live anymore.' I blutered out. Lou's face got flushed with anger.

'Hey you 80 year oldie? Your friend is alive. Stop being an asshole. Just forget for a minute about whatever the shit happened.'

I raised my hands in surrender.
'Did you planned out something ?' He asked curiously.