Olivia

Back for you..

The feeling of coming home or should I say the feeling of coming back to the sole person who's eyes are the ultimate home to you, is one of the best feelings ever.

After going through hell you get to see the light you were hoping to see. That beautiful life doesn't come from the way expected but rather, it comes from the most unexpected door that we didn't notice.

OLIVIA'S P.O.V.

Its the same old dark alley,its the same black painted sky, its the same frozen wind through which I'm walking aimlessly. Aimlessly to see a face...any face if I'm lucky. Not a trace of a living person is there as I walk numb with fright. As I turn the corner, walking a few steps ahead, I shiver, I cry, I whine, but no help! Everybody is like a stone statue here.

I can recognize Aunt Watson, my old orphanage friends, Stephanie, Mark, Louis, and rest of one direction guys. I walk past them and they don't recognize me, everyone I see behave coldly as I shout out to them.

I cry in pain as I again don't see that one person's face whom I desperately wanted to see, his caramel colored eyes which makes me at home are nowhere to be seen. Where is he??? I have missed him so much, how should I see his face! I know I'm no one to that stranger but I have to see him, just his face...God.. Just a mere look at his face ....please! I begged while weeping.

As my knees hit the hard rocky ground and my eyes burn from the pain, the untraveled path becomes more gloomy, more dangerous. And the thing about this new darkness is...that I'm not alone now.

Those two muscled arms suffocated my upper body in a dominant embrace, like before, similar to the night when I was stripped, humiliated and lost myself. I choked as the heavy teardrops weighted tons on my sweaty cheeks.

Three years before, I wasn't that drunk to not know what he was doing, I was shouting, crying, repeatedly hitting on his chest as he was taking off my clothes. Mark was busy drinking and dancing with the other girls, I wish I would have seen Mark's best friend Sam put pills in my ordinary drink.

I was used to be terrified those days when Sam wasn't punished. I don't know why I'm again in the same dim lighted bedroom. I shouldn't have agreed with Mark's plan to go on his friend's birthday, I shouldn't have pleased him. His arms begin to pull me towards him and I shiver to death ....again.

"Shhh...shh..." A voice tried to hush me but I kept defending myself by hitting the person's chest. Because if it happens again to me, I won't live through it...

"Shhh...shhhh...Olivia, its me" again a soft soothing voice interrupts my actions. Am I sure in who's arms I'm in? Not once this person tried to hold my wrist in order to block my attacks. Why???

" Olivia... Olivia... I'm here, Nobody will hut you, I promise. " Why is he comforting me? Who is he???

" Olivia! Just open your eyes, I'm here." Open my eyes!! What!? I tried to push him more, as I don't understand what's going on here. One minute I'm in that dark alley, and the next minute I'm in someone's arms, in a dark bedroom.

"Love, its me...Zayn" I froze, a soft shaking hand wiped my tears and my eyes not just opened but widened too, which is seldom possible.

"You're okay. I'm back, I'm here." The words itself are like huge medical cure.

"Z-z...Zayn..Zayn!" I finally found my voice as I scanned his familiar face in this dim light...his beautiful eyes with those long eyelashes, perfect jawbone, loving smile that I was desperately wishing to see, his pink lips just an inch away from mine. I know its strange that I was searching for his face these nights in my dreams but I came to know that he's very important to me.

He took a long deep breath in relief, when he wiped tears from my cheeks, I cried and smiled at the same time. I don't remember being this happy during the whole long week in this hospital.

" I know that you hate surprise hugs but can I -" He nervously uttered, biting on his bottom lip and I cut him off by tightly hugging him first. My arms were around his torso and his chin was resting on my head as I was much shorter than him.

I don't know the reason for my action this time, No! Wait... I think I know. I am damn happy that he remembers this small little detail that I gave him about me not liking surprise hugs. You remember the day when he was upset about his family and we accidentally met at the beach. All the more, I'm happy that he's here with me ....for me...

Zayn hugged me back and I fell asleep in the safest comfort of his arms, I don't know if I have ever slept better than this, I don't think I have...

God! Please don't let it be just a dream, please ...please! Please, please, pleaseeeeeee....