Impulse ( Harry Styles Abuse Story)

Chapter 27: Communication

So this isn't really what I planned but I figured for what I need there needs to be a bit of a bigger build up so I guess this is moving things on a bit but once more bit fillerish.

Hope you enjoy an please review as its due to reviews that im updating so much:) (If there's things you'd like to see more of like from certain boys, or Mel and Zayn romance or Harry or whatever then please let me know. Also if you think I can improve on anything or you don't think its good please let me know, im honestly up for anything right nowxxx)

Thanks xxx

3rd POV:

As Mel awoke to the streams of sunlight bursting through the window, she found herself expressing a confused facial expression as to why she was laying on the floor. Before memories of last night could return to her she heard the a deep grumble escape for above her. As she looked up she was greeted to a slowly waking Zayn who had one arm round her, the other rubbing his eye, as Mel's head was rested onto him.  Slowly the events of the previous night had returned and Mel softly smiled at the troubled boy, hoping today he would feel better than he did last night.

"Morning" She smiled softly as Zayn jumped a little at the voice, obviously unaware of the girl leaning on him. She chuckled a little at his surprise as he gave a shy look towards the ground feeling silly.

"Morning" He returned his voice still raw from all the tears and screams he experienced last night.  The raw and authentic voice couldn't help but cause Mel to giggle again, finding the voice sexy as hell.  Zayn smiled again softly to himself at the little giggle expressed by the girl, he liked that giggle, it almost felt like a drug to him, causing him to be happier and calmer automatically.

They remained lying there for some time, Zayn's arm protectively over Melanie as she remained leaning on him. Zayn enjoyed the relaxation and peace , pretending their reality was not what it was, but much to his misery, Mel brought him back to reality all too soon for his liking.

"How you feeling?" She asked slowly as she untangled herself from the boy and got up stretching her arms and supressing a yawn.

How was he feeling. Zayn didn't know himself to be honest. He thought he felt okay, thought he was actually quite happy this morning waking up to see Mel, but then when he really thought, when he reminded himself of what happened, of what he did to Louis and Liam, he felt awful. Feeling hi stomach drop Zayn quivered a response.

"I...I..God I..Liam he.....There....Niall and Li.....My brothers"  Zayn responded unable to get a sentence through as everything went round his head. The boys, what he did, their torturous night. What time was it? Are they out? Are they okay? Harmed? Of course they'd be harmed what are you thing Zayn! He started to get frustrated at himself. Where they angry? Are they with Louis now, are they hurt, are they-

Zayn's head was flooding through all these thoughts as his brain began to ache. He felt himself getting worked up at all the unknown, falling into his own mind space. Melanie realised this too, over the years where they were close she learned a lot about  Zayn, including how little he let people in, and how much he zoned in on himself when he was in trouble, or worried, or sad, or anything to be honest. She knew Zayn liked to keep things inside, be the one comforting others rather than seeking comfort, and hence she knew a away to calm him down. To make him feel needed so that he wouldn't be worried about his own problems.

"Hey Zayn, can I talk to you?" She asked, trying to think f something to be able to distract the currently free falling boy.

"T..Talk to me....about what?"