My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

You're the same

Zayn POV
I felt nothing at that time. No spark could lighten the darkness of my mind, my heart and my soul. Jess dug her face on my chest, crying out heavily. Tears began to fringe up in front of my eyes too. Technically, everthing that caused her pain was related to me. Charles, the person responsible for pulling into darkness was my father, for killing her father  and now, for pulling me away from Jess.
I continued rubbing her hairs until she calmed down.

'It's okay, baby. It's okay.'
I whispered into her ears.

She pulled back, wiping her face and making her eyes in contact with mine and for the first time ever, I didn't wanted to meet her eyes. I was in guilt, massive one. I knew this, I met him yesterday, I lied to her for meeting him.

'Zayn?

'Yeah?
I mumbled while making my eyes meet her's for a split of second.

'Do you know him?'

I saw the painful innocence in her eyes, her pleading face that demanded me to tell the truth. But here I was, drowned into cowardice not having a single iota of courage to tell her the truth, to tell her that I know him more than she know him.

'No. I don't know him.'
That's what came out of my mouth even before I thought of saying it.

She dropped her head and smiled.
'You must be thinking how a selfish mother I had, how could she not believe that her daughter could not kill her father.'

I remained silent for her to continue.

'She was a part of this, Zayn. She was a part of this plan. She knew Charles was going to kill dad, she knew he was going to blame me, she knew she loved Charles more than she loved my dad. So she skillfully plotted the plan, against her daughter and her husband.'

'Jess I'm so sorry. '
I didn't knew why I said it, maybe because I genuinely felt it.

'No it's okay, actually. I'm glad I remembered this whole one more time, I'm glad I won't get horrifying nightmares reminding me of this incident, maybe because I had been running away from this, hiding from every scene.'

I came near to her, caressing her face with my fingers.

'Babe, you need to sleep. Come on.'
I put the covers on her body while she dug her face, putting her hand over my chest, feeling my fierce and fast heartbeat, thumping loudly.

I saw her sleeping peacefully, after telling me everything that she had. After telling it to a person who has hidden every single secret of his past, Jess was sleeping peacefully. I wanted to solve things over without Jess knowing all about that. I wanted to meet Charles one more time to tell him that he actually has no criteria to be my dad, that he was wrong about Jess and that I know that he was the one who killee her father. I wanted to talk to him on straight terms to leave both of us and escape away from our lives. If just the remembrance of that incident can make her cry so much, how much would that person's existence.

I quietly took over my mobile from the side table, still feeling guilty and afraid that Jess might not find out. Not that I was afraid of telling her, just because I was afraid of losing her. She would leave me if she knows I am, unfortunately the son of Charles, her father's murderer.

My fingers trembled as I texted him

Meet me tommorow at Gurbys. Need to talk.

I ended up with the reply.

Okay.

I switched off the phone and hugged Jess even more tightly as I was always scared of losing a bit of her. She was the most precious thing to me and I wasn't going to let her go. I closed my eyes, hoping to see a better tommorow.