A Cry For Help ( One Direction)

Chapter 5

Zayn's POV

It had been a day since the last time I saw Hailey. Since the last time we almost kissed in that alley way. To be completely honest with myself, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to shove her against the wall and kiss her until I couldn't breathe. I wanted to take her to bed and keep her there. But I couldn't.

Because of Perrie. Because I was to much of a coward to just break up with her. I don't know how im going to live with Perrie and Hailey on the same bus for the next month. Of course Hailey would be on tour with us for at least 2 month's, but Perrie would only be there for a month. Thank god.

I was walking down the quiet street, trying to clear my head. I knew I had an unexplainable attraction to Hailey, yet I felt familiar with her. But I don't know anything about her. I want to know her, but can I without attacking her and having my way with her?

"Here we have our all time champion, Rebel!!! It's a surprise fight for all of our lovely fan's out there. Why don't you come on our Rebel?"

I paused and looked at the TV that was in the small dinner. Something about TJ looked wrong. Like he was worried, yet he couldn't do anything about it. My worry only increased when I saw the fury, the sadness, and so many other emotion's in Hailey's eye's as she walked into the ring.

I watched as 'crusher' came on, and they both fist bumped. But then I watched as 'crusher' cheated, hitting Hailey when she wasnt even ready. Never mind when the ref's were still counting down. I looked around the streets and realized that I was only a few blocks from the gym were the match was being held.

I started running, reaching my destination in five minute's. I went in through the back entrance and made my way towards the back of the ring. I paused when I saw what was happening.

Hailey was straddling crusher, while the ref's and TJ were screaming at her to stop. She kept throwing punches, left and right, all over his body. Her eyes were filled with such fury, that I took a step back. But they were also filled with hurt and loneliness.

She had just lifted her fist to keep hitting him when her head whipped up towards my direction. I watched as surprise filled her features and then weariness. TJ took that moment of hesitation and pulled her away from the bruised and bloody body.

Paramedic's came in and rolled him out on a stretcher. They tried to check on Hailey, but she just pushed them all away. She made her way through the crowd, until she reached the reporter's.

"How did you feel about crusher cheating?"

"I feel he got everything he deserved. You wanna fight in the big leagues, fight like a fucking man."

"Is it true your going on tour with boy band, One Direction?"

"Yes it is true. Im leaving tomorrow with them."

"Are you ever going back to New York?"

"If I was or wasn't, it isn't anyone's concern except mine."

Then Hailey stormed off to sign posters and take picture's with fans. I wondered what the reporter was talking about with New York, but dismissed it. She was right, it wasn't anyone's business but her own. If she wanted to tell me, she would.

I then walked toward the back of the warehouse. I knew from experience that those fan signing's took a long time. And I was correct. Around an hour and a half later she walked in, her hair slightly coming out of its pony tale and her body slick with sweat. I watched as her throat bobbed up and down with the water she was swallowing. She rolled her shoulder's, in what I would assume discomfort.

I made a noise in the back of my throat, and she spun on her heels and locked eyes with me. This time she saw me she schooled her feature's, though I saw the slightly surprise in her eye's. She raised an eyebrow at me before spinning around and grabbing her bag.

Before she could leave, I was up and standing in front of her path before she could even turn around.

What happened next, I never planned. I didn't think I would end up pushing her into a wall and making out with her. I didn't plan on not stopping, but I had to because my phone interrupted us.

I didn't plan on regretting the kiss for just a second. One second! And I definitely didn't plan on Hailey running out on me. I didn't plan for any of this to happen!

***

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I was pacing in my kitchen; the lights around me were off, including every other light in the house.

The clock over the stove was flashing red numbers at me, as if taunting me. The 3:56 was pissing me off because I needed it to be 6:56 instead.

I needed to check up on Hailey. I needed to see if she was okay. I just needed to see her.

I walked toward the living room, slumping down on the couch, the leather crinkling lightly beneath me. Images passed through my mind, replaying and replaying.

Images of Hailey running away from me. Images of her face when she realized who I was talking to. And then to top it off, her face when she realized I regret the kiss. Even if it was for a tiny second, she still realized the regret that I felt.

She had so much hurt and pain on her face right before she turned and ran. The emotions and vulnerability displayed on her face at that single moment was enough to knock the breath right out of my chest.

Before I knew it, the boys were stomping down the stairs, chatting and laughing. Though that stopped when they reached the living room and saw me sitting here, in the same clothes from yesterday.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Harry asked his voice slightly higher in pitch. I turned to face them, my brown eyes low and dull. Probably bloodshot too from not sleeping.

"Everything. Every fucking thing!"