Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 6

Lighters & Cigarette

just another chapter.

Warning: This book contains swearing the amount of water in the sea and you might come across some naughty stuff. some text may seem familiar, No Copyright Intended.

KYRA BENSON

it was unbelievable how a stranger can affect you so deeply.....

it may sound weird to you, a part from the fact but nobody really cares what you feel, but sometimes life is a lot like a move where the main story line is not no make it look like a movie. weird. right?

he was like a silent prayer in the middle of a war. sometimes they just love the sweetness of your prayer and sometimes they are really answered. there was everything different about the way e was, from the way he said my name to the way he looked at me, like a delicate dead rose, the one he has kept on him since he was little only because I kissed it.

I watch with a smirk as he stands there with his head down. somehow im disappointed not in him but in me, for believing for the slightest second that he was somewhat different from all others.

half of me was annoyed and the rest half of me was almost curious of what he was capable of, for me. but I let it fade when he stood there doing nothing.

just as I was about to give up on him, he looks up with the most cheekiest of smiles. I wonder what it was that had him in such a state, and my expressions gave it away.

when they are silent, they have thunder hidden inside.

he looked up at me and pulls out a bandana from his pocket, ties it around his eyes and he started backing up, slowly yet swiftly. I wasn't able to comprehend what he was doing until he entered the flood of blazing cars, that moved carelessly down the road.

in this neighbourhood nobody cared if you lived or dies, if you were the president or a homeless guy. and just like that nobody cared if you were walking in the middle of the road or not.

I jolt a few steps towards him, remaining on the side of the road. it was plain suicide. I yell for him to stop but my voice was no match for the honks.

I anxiously make my way on the road. ignoring, tiffany who was screaming for me to stop but I had to do this, I was my idea and I am responsible for making him do this.

I tried making these crazy freaks, stop. but Zayn was already half way through. I was the first time I ever really paid attention to the way I said his name, like a stupid teenage girl who drew hearts instead of tittles.

I had never been in a situation where I prayed. but his time I did. I prayed, in exchange of all that I had, I prayed for his life.

I stood in the middle of the road with cars whooshing on either sides of me, while he waking backwards almost to the other side walk. I let out a sigh of relief and hold up my hand for the cab to stop as I make my way past it, catch a glimpse at the cab driver, an old man with his face under wrinkles but before I can make an appreciative gesture the sound of tires screeching diverted my attention.

my hand slaps on my mouth with a gasp held captive.

he lays on the cold concrete, his sight still blocked by the fabric and his chest breathed heavily. there were no signs of blood, which bought me ease. I run up to him, people already gathering to witness there entertainment for the day.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" I say with a hard fist against the bonnet leaving a dent.

I drop to the ground beside him wraping my arm around his head and lifting it up. reaching my hand out and pull of the bandana and meet his beautiful orbs. we stare at each other for the longest moment I have ever witnessed, the squeaky sound of the driver stings my ears, catching my attention.