"I know I'm lost, but I'm waiting to be found."- 'This Ain't a Love Song' by Scouting For Girls.
Zayn's POV
My first one-on-one experience with Saniya taught me one thing and one thing only. Say nothing to her when she's in a bad mood. Simply nod and say yes. Do this and you won't die. The way in which Saniya immedietly flared up; like she was a bomb, slowly detonating and I had caused it disturbance. This definetly threw me off - before I was curious and I wanted to know what was up, but now (although I'd never admit this to anyone) she definitelyscared me.
I went back to the kitchen and all five heads snapped up to meet my eyes; the boys curious and Lana looking hopeful. I hated the fact that I'd let her down. "I think that," I said, slowly, not making eye contact, "she needs space. And she's not ready to talk. And now I'm going for a walk."
I didn't want to see Lana's reaction, so I made sure I showed my honest apologetic emotion before leaving.
The area in which Lana lived was deserted, only a few adults here and there. No one took advantage of the hot July weather, which was a plus, since that meant I would be able to go around without having to talk to anyone.
My hi tops crushed the bits of gravel on the pavement and I found that my mind was clouded by one and only one thought. What was Saniya so worked up about? Do you ever get that time when you think of a past situation and possible alternate scenarios? Everything was going fine and then I started digging myself a hole and now I'm stuck there. I should've left when I had the chance, I should've just acted like I knew what I was doing. I hardly ever know what I'm doing anymore; ever since my aunt died ... Well, the boys are always there keeping me from losing my mind.
From all the thoughts and complications, I felt like I needed something to take my mind off of things.
And, although it wasn't good to admit it, I felt comforted by the thought of cigarettes.
Saniya's POV
I found it ironic that Lana had only wanted to help me and that her method had resulted in me being angry with both her and someone I didn't know. The boy was doing well before he started pushing me to talk and I could tell that I had pissed him off. Luckily, we'd never have to meet again. It may be hard since Lana was dating his bandmate, but I could make it work.
I knew that there was a tiny chance that the boy would understand, but I also knew that he most probably wouldn't. I wasn't only confused over my parent's death, I was angry at myself for not feeling how I should because they were gone. The boy seemed like a decent guy who would cry over losing his parents, so he wouldn't get it at all.
I changed into some fresh clothes; dark blue jeans, my combat boots and a black t-shirt. I went downstairs, ready to just take a walk for a few hours.
"What happened?" Lana asked, trying not to sound annoyed, but miserably failing.
I shrugged. "Why'd you tell him to talk to me?" I asked, bluntly." I don't know him - why would I talk to him about anything?"
"Talking to someone whose been in your position -"
"So you picked someone I didn't know!" I interupted. "You could've asked someone whose name I knew!" I sighed exasperatedly. "Lana, I get what you're doing. Just ... let me handle it, alright?"
She sighed.
"I'm going out for some air," I said, putting on a weak smile and nodding my head slightly.
I stepped out the door into the humidity; it always was the strangest feeling when the outside was hotter than the inside - something I'd never get used to. I decided to go to the park in the middle of the town, it was a long walk and the park was always a place where I'd sit and think ever since my parents moved into the hospital.
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One More Spoon of Cough Syrup [Zayn Malik FanFiction]
FanfictionThis story is based on the song Cough Syrup. The song is about life experiences and how difficult happenings can get. It teaches you to move forward and leave those memories behind, look forward to the future. For Saniya, life doesn't have room for...