Only You - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Rhee's POV

"you always do this! Why did you marry me if you didn't want to spend time with me!" oh no. They were fighting again. I was huddled up alone on my bed,phone flung across my room, biting my bottom lip nervously while listening to my parents yell at each other. This was an hourly thing, but it still got to me every time.I shoved my headphones into my ears, blasting rap music,refusing to hear more as I shut my eyes, feeling a few silent teardrops fall on my arm. I knew that they were still together only for me, and I couldn't help but blame myself for the fact that they were so absolutely miserable. Zayn had told me countless times that I shouldn't, it's not my fault, but I couldn't believe that. Without me, they would be free. Free to do whatever they wanted to do, free to separate. Pushing my thoughts aside, I walked to my cupboard and threw it open, putting on my favourite band shirt and jeans. I found my uggs, and silently left the house. If they found me gone, they would know that I was probably at Zayn's house.they wouldn't like it, but they had to deal, he was my best friend and had been for a while now. He was the only person I could rely on, he was the only person who knew what I was going through. 

He stayed about 5 houses away from me. My dad had managed to get him that house after he'd shifted to India,the only nice thing my dad had ever done for him, after his parents got that divorce. He had gotten empancipated because he couldn't stand to be around them anymore, and I didn't blame him. I was considering doing the same. 

I walked over to his house and rang the bell. Twice. Thrice. He finally cane to the door, looking confused and a little disgruntled. "morning, hungover again?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow, taking in his state from his messed up quiff to his white crumpled shirt to his grey flannel pyjamas. "hmph, come in and stop with the judgemental looks" he replied sleepily. I walked in and made him some coffee, shaking my head at him. How the hell did that boy manage to do this himself every second day? He honestly needs to get a grip on himself. After his second coffee and a disprin, he finally felt a little better.I sat on the kitchen counter, and he told me about last night, and the girl who he grinded with, hooked up with, and did god knows what with. Its not like he remembered. As we sat and talked, he could tell that I was sad. This is why he was my best friend. He always knew when something was up. there was absolutely no one in the world that I trusted more than him. "it happened again", i told him after he asked,"dad had been out all night, drinking probably, and he came back home at 10 in the fucking morning. He says he was with his brother all night but like anyone's gonna believe that. He is so annoying! Why does he do this?! WHY!". Zayn just looked at me. He didn't know what to say. I could see that he wanted to help, his beautiful brown eyes were full of sympathy, and he just gave me a hug, he knew I needed one. 

"Gelato? Dark Belgian Chocolate?" he said, breaking the hug and looking at me, smiling. He always knew how to make me feel better. "you know it". We sat with a tub of ice cream on my favourite leather couch and watched Harry potter movies. I looked up at his smiling face as he recited all the dialogues to the movie we'd seen together a countless number of times, and couldn't believe that I had known him for only a year. It felt like we'd always known each other.everything with us just felt so natural, so comfortable. I could still remember the first time I'd met him, i remember how I was admiring that perfect quiff from over the cd rack, and he'd suddenly looked up at me, and I'd seen those beautiful brown eyes for the first time, with that perfect tanned skin and soft looking lips curved into a small smile. The most perfect smile in the world. A kind of smile that would make a girls heart melt right into her shoes. I remember wanting to say something so badly, wanting to know more about him, but I had just smiled and turned away, a little embarrassed cause he had caught me staring. I remember it all so clearly. -1 year ago-
"excuse me?" was he talking to me? I turned, a little unsure, and he smiled again. He had to stop doing that, it was messing with my head. " um, I'm new here, could you help me out? Do you know where I could get a decent cup of coffee?" oh lord. That accent. He was definitely not from here. Where was that accent from? " yeah sure, there's a costa coffee close by, I'll take you" I offered, still a little awestruck by him. " thankyou" he smiled. Oh god that smile. I walked him to Costa coffee, it wasn't too far so the walk couldn't be full of too much awkward silence. I didn't want to start the conversation, after all, he had caught me admiring him." so, are you from around here?" thankgod. " yeah, I live about 5 minutes away from here actually" I told him. Dying of curiosity, I asked him in a fake disinterested tone,"so what about you? What's your story?" I asked, looking up at him slyly. 
"Haha story? Hmm well, I'm from Bradford, single kid, half pakistaani, just shifted to pakistaan actually, here for a holiday" he said in that glorious accent. Bradford. Uk. He was half british. Oh I just wanted to die. "I'm Zayn by the way, Zayn Malik" Zayn. What an unusual yet marvellous name. " I'm rhea, Kumar, but you can just call me Rhee, everyone does" I said, blushing a little as he looked into my eyes. He had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen, the kind of eyes you could stare into for hours, the eyes that seemed to look right into your soul. "so, this is it, make sure you put two sashes of sugar okay? The cappuccinos are pretty strong" i said, instantly regretting it, I mean, I didn't even know him, why did I just say that? "thanks for the tip love. See you around" he said, smiling again. I mumbled something unintelligently and walked of, silently cursing myself. I could usually handle myself around guys. What was wrong with me?