You Found Me

Chapter 3

*Zayn's POV*

I had never seen Ayla so mad before. She saw I punched Niall and she found me at lunch and yelled at me. I scoffed, the nerve Ayla had to yell at me like that.

[flashback to Saturday night]

Niall came downstairs from my sisters room. Being curious I asked, "What were you guys doing up there?" He simply responded, "Just messing around." He started to put his shoes on. I stood up from the couch, feeling a lot of nausea and vertigo from the drinks I had earlier. "Whoa, just messing around. Do you think she's some kind of game?" He stepped back, his face showed an expression of confusion, "No, I didn't mean it that way. I think you just took it the wrong way." "Oh, I know what you meant," I was quick to respond, "you think my sister's just a pawn for sex." I could feel my words slurring a bit. His confusion was turning into anger. "Mate, I'm warning you, you really need to shut the fuck up." He threatened. "You have absolutely the wrong idea, you're sister is a great girl." I interrupted him, "Yeah like all the other 'great girls' you've dated." "At least my girlfriend's not at a party probably sucking some other guy off." That's when I punched him. I didn't know what I was doing, I was drunk, it was a drunken mistake. I just knew I was mad and that I was mad at the person in front of me at the moment and that they had basically called my girlfriend a slut. I suppose I could've just told him to 'fuck off' but seeing him hurt brought a slight pleasure. He didn't punch me back he just softly touched where my fist made contact with his face. Opened the door and slammed it on the way out.

When I later sobered up I realized that I really did overreact, I had provoked him to lead him to say the things he did. and he was partially right, my girlfriend never seemed to want to hang out on Fridays. What else could she be doing? "Fuck," I whispered to myself. The little shit was right, I realized. I was never a party person so I never went to parties whenever she would invite me to one. I hated the fact that Niall was right and I regretted what happened. I texted him the next day apologizing and he accepted it. I didn't stop to think about what Ayla would say about all of it and I forgot until Monday.

[flashback over]

Ever since my freshman year, when my mom passed, Ayla looked up to me. We stuck together, we were a pair, and I was being unfair to her. I kept to myself, I didn't let out my emotions much because I felt it was just better to keep to myself. I never had the idea that Ayla was worried about me or that she even noticed that everything wasn't perfectly fine. She seemed to be doing so well right now, good grades, good steady relationship, and a nice social life. Which caused me to think that she was doing so well she didn't care to worry about me. I never thought that I could be affecting anything in our relationship, but I planned to help make it up to her. I would stop drinking and start being more open about my feelings. Overall be a better brother.

I didn't see Ayla until I got home after soccer practice. I tried to tell her, "I'm sorry, it was just an accident, you have to understand." She muttered out, "Yeah, whatever, I forgive you or whatever you want to hear," while she waved her hand as if to say 'go away' as she went upstairs and slammed her door shut.

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