He Saved Me

Chapter 12

What happened the other day? I still couldn't wrap my head around any of it. Her dad beat her all of time. How could I have been so blind? My dad would always say she would come to the gym with bruises and cuts everywhere but he always thought she fought more outside of the ring. Is this the reason she lived with Zayn? Was he protecting her? I just wanted to hold her, she probably feels so alone right now. I should go see if everything was okay.

After deciding that I was going to Zayn's house I didn't waste any time getting ready. Getting out of bed I headed to the bathroom I stripped off my clothes. Once my small frame was no longer covered in the fabric I hopped in the shower. While I was washing my hair I couldn't get the kiss out of my head. Her fragile body in my arms, her tear stained face, and her broken heart. Her lips were so soft just like her hand that held my face. God it was perfect even though it was bad timing. Did she feel the same way I did? Why did she let me do it? I have so many unanswered questions.

When I broke out of my thoughts I got out of the shower. I wrapped the blue towel that was hanging on the rack next to the shower around my waist. Walking into my room I grabbed my clothes from my closet while leaving wet foot prints on the hardwood floor. I took the towel off and made sure I was dry. After drying myself I put on my red boxer shorts, then my black skinny jeans, and lastly my grey t-shirt. I ran downstairs to the front door where my shoes were. I put them on and grabbed my keys that were hanging.

"Bye mom I'll be back later." I yelled to my mom.

"Bye sweetie. Be safe." she yelled back. I just smiled and went out the door.

I got in my car, turned on the radio and it was softly playing 'Mirrors' by Justin Timberlake. I left it on the radio station and drove in the direction of Zayn's house. After a while of soft music playing in the background I finally pulled up to Zayn's house. I parked on the street in front of it.

It didn't look like anyone was home, but I think I'll give it a go anyways. I got out of my car, once my door was shut I pushed the little lock symbol that was on my key so it made a honk noise to ashore it was locked. Walking up to the door I thought about what I would say. Honestly I didn't know what I was going to say. I would be lying if I said I knew the right words to fix this. Coming out of my thoughts I rang the doorbell. Nothing.

I rang it again hoping that there was someone here that just didn't hear it or was in the bathroom. A moment later I heard shuffling then the door unlock. The knob turned and it swung opened. There stood Zayn, but it didn't look like him. He had bags under his eyes that were black and red. His eyes were swollen and very red as if he has been crying for months. His hair wasn't like it usually is. It was down and looked a mess.

"Are you okay man?" I asked.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" His voice cracked a little like he was about to cry again.

"What happen?"

"What do you want Payne!" This time his voice was hard and loud.

"Look I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I never wanted any of this to happen. Please just let me in so I can say I'm sorry to both of you."

He probably sensed that I was sensor about it because his angry expression softened and he moved to the side to let me in. I walked in and looked around, I didn't see Selena anywhere. She must be up in her room. I found my way to the couch and sat down looking up at Zayn that was standing by the door.

"Where's Selena?" I asked.

He looked at me for a second then disappeared into the kitchen. A second later he returned with something in his hand. It looked like a piece of paper. He came over to me and sat on the couch next to me. He handing me the folded piece a paper without looking at me. I unfolded it and read it. My heart dropped.