Don't leave me

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Siobhan's POV

As I sit on the ground with stained tears on my face, I hear footsteps gradually getting louder as they come closer.

"Hey doll face."

The voice is a raspy voice, but not like Haz's. And Haz would never call me doll face.

I look up and see the two familiar faces I saw yesterday. What the? Why are they around here and why are they awake?

"Where's your boyfriend huh?" The red head boy says.

"Go away." I sneer at them.

"Ooh feisty one. Mmm that's what I look for in a girl." The brown haired boy says with lust in his eyes.

I get on my feet and run somewhere random, away from the boys.

My muscles ache as the cold weather made me slower than usual. But I still run, forcing my body to move.

I don't look behind me, too scared.

"Siobhan!"

I know that raspy, handsome voice.

I whip my head as I run, finding a black, sleek sport car.

The window rolls down, I see Haz stare at me.

I stop running and just stand there, staring at him.

His hair.

Eyes.

Piercing.

Mouth.

Wait. His mouth is moving, but I don't understand.

"SIOBHAN! MOVE!"

I hear him scream finally, taken out of my daze, and sprint to his car. I rush into the vehicle and look over to Haz.

He put the petal to the heavy metal. Literally.

"Haz..." My voice trembling.

I try again, "Haz."

My whole body shakes and I have to grab on something for me to stop.

I grab something without looking and it's Haz's hand. I immediately lace our fingers together. I'm so cold.

My teeth chatter together and my body shivers. The only warmth is between Haz's and I's hands.

I bring our hands to my lips and they warm up.

"Mmm."

I shut my eyes, tired as hell.

Haz might be harsh, but he is my hero. And I'm grateful.

•

"Hey? Wake up!" Someone screams.

I open my eyes and see the boy who looked up and down on my body at the bar.

"Ugh. Why are you here?" I mumble.

"I'm Haz's roommate. Why are you here?!" He raises an eyebrow.

"I-I don't remember." At the last word I yawn and stretch my arms out.

"Okay, you are awake, now get out of my bed." He gestures his thumb for me to get out.

My eyes widen and I jump out quickly, the cold air hitting my uncovered skin.

"So you must be Bradford?"

"Yeah, Haz must have told you huh?"

"Yeah."

I watch him as he makes his bed. I always thought people like him would be messy and unorganized. His room is actually quite clean.

Bradford's room is just like Haz's, just different colors incorporated. Red and black.

We walk together through the hallways, talking about regular things. Then I have to ask this question, it has been killing me.

"Hey Bradford... Why is it hard for Haz to talk about his parents?" I ask timidly.

His eyes are cold as they meet mine. Instead of looking away, I keep staring, curious.

His mouth hardens into a straight line and he turns his attention in front of him.

"Something bad happened." He sighs and closes his eyes.

"Like what?"

"IM HOME!"

He looks down over the balcony of stairs and waves to Haz.

"Is she up?" Haz asks.

Before Bradford could answer Haz, I peek my head over and our eyes meet.

"Hey." Is the only thing I could say.

"Hi." He responds.

I give him a small smile and walk my way down to him. Bradford soon follows behind.

"So, what are we doing today?" I ask quietly in this big house.

"Lazy day." He says monotone and walks in front of me towards the kitchen.

I follow and sit at the counter.

"Shi-bane."

"It's Siobhan." I snap suddenly.

"Why you little-"

"Knock it off you two! Or I will hurt you Bradford!" Haz screams.

"Why can't you hurt her?!"

"Because she is a girl, I respect them!"

They both look at me and I look down at my hands.

"I'm hungry, I want dinner." Bradford murmurs grumpily.

"Fine." Haz walks toward the stove and gets many things out.

Bradford doesn't ask for what he wants to eat, Haz must already know. Hopefully it's something I like.

•

Forks clink bowls and chairs squeak.

I slowly eat my pasta and spin the noodles on my fork. I don't eat a lot so I put the fork down and stare at the table.

"How do you spell your name Sio-ba-han?"

I clear my throat and say, "first, it's Siobhan, and it's spelt s-i-o-b-h-a-n."

He nods and pulls his fork to his mouth, stuffing his mouth with noodles.

"What's your real names?" The question comes out easily, then again I wanted to know that ever since I've met them.

Haz and Bradford share a look and Haz nods.

"My name is... Zayn." Bradford-I mean Zayn said.

"Don't call me that though." He narrows his eyes.

I smile widely and say, "Ok Zayn."

He looks back at me and purses his lips.

I ignore it and turn my head to Haz.

"And you?"

Haz's green eyes are soft, gentle unlike the first time we met when he yelled at me.

He takes a drink of his water first and clears his throat.

"My name is H-"

A ringing goes off and their landline lights up.

Haz goes up to get the phone and puts it up to his ear.

"Oh, hey baby."