In My Head |Zouis|

《P R O L O U G E 》

Zayn's POV

"Zaynie"

No! I can't. it's-it's not right.

"Aw Zaynie baby don't be like that"

"Go away. P-please"

"Baby boy don't be like that, all you gotta do is hit him and walk away. Why would you care anyways he's mean to you isn't he? He makes fun of you-of us all of us"

"You're-you're lying"

"Am I?" The deep breath of Zeke was on my neck as he pushed me forward to my older step-brother; Harry who was watching TV on the couch, paying now mind to me. It left him open and vulnerable, which Zeke- the meanest of my hallucinations liked.

"Zayn just do it"

I walk up beside my brother who seemed uncaring to my tensed state. I place myself infront of him blocking his view of the TV screen. He finally look at me giving me a small smile. I started to roll my hands around together before pulling on my fingers getting them to making a craking sound.

Harry gives me a questioning look. I didn't say anything to it. I was only mumbling out incoherent words and sentences, which only made Harry get a look of concern and grab on my arm. I really wish he didn't because I reacted by pulling my arm back and slapping him across the cheek. The sound of the slap ecoed through the house. I held my arm to my chest finally relizing what I'd done.

"What the fuck Zayn?" I jump back at his loud tone of voice, Harry never yells at me. I could see why he did now, it was because of Zeke.

"I-I-I-"

By now our dads had came into the room. Liam my biological dad ran over to me trying to find a way to calm me down while not touching me. My step-dad Niall ran over to Harry his biological son. Checking on his cheek, where a small red mark was forming.

"What happened in here?" My dad spoke up.

"Zayn started mumbling shit and then he slapped me" Harry said rubbing his cheek. Niall gave Harry a smack on the head for swearing.

"It-it wasn't me it was Zeke. He-he told me too"

"Zayn if Zeke tells you to hit somebody that doesn't mean you do it" Niall says in a soft voice.

"He wouldn't leave me alone!"

"Harry let's go put some ice on your cheek" Niall walks Harry out the room into the kitchen.

"Zayn, Zeke hasn't visited you in a very long while do you want to visit your psychiatrist and did you take your medication today?" I know my dad was chosing his words carefully. It wasn't my fault it's Zeke's it's always Zeke's.

"N-No doctor"

"Okay but if Zeke comes back, you're going alright?" I nod.

"Now what about your medication"

"I-I- No"

"Let's give you some right now okay?"

"Yeah" My dad slowly brings his arms around my shoulder. He stays calm and leads the way upstairs to the his bedroom. He sets me on the his bed, walking into the bathroom that was inside his room going into the medicine cabinet where my medicine was.

The antipsychotics was to help control the hallucinations. Dad walks into the room handing me a glass of water and two pills. I sallow the pills then drink the water gluping eveything down together.

"Better yeah?"

"Y-yeah"

"Go get some rest okay?" He walks me across the hall into my bedroom. Pulling back the blankets, I slip under getting comfy into my bed and pillow.

"Night bud, love you"

"Love y-you to-o"

I close my eyes as I watched my dad walk out of my bedroom leaving the door partly opened. I fall asleep shortly after. I felt the movement of the blankets being lifted, covering more of my body. I open my eyes quickly looking around in the dark until I saw a pair of deep blue eyes staring back at me. I shake my head mumbling, myself back to sleep. Thinking to myself sleep will help me. The more accurate reason that helped me fall asleep again was thinking about those blue eyes.

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I'm doing my own spin on this but also trying to keep it as realistic as possible but then again it's also fiction.