A/N: This is what I consider an important filler chapter. And. It’s. Full. Of. FEELS. Love you!
Zayn’s POV
“Damn it, Val!” I yell, throwing my phone across the room.
It’s been about five hours since Val left my house. I tried calling her house phone, I sent her messages, I waited outside of her house for hours, and nothing. I texted Niall and asked him to ask Mel if she’s seen Val, and she said not since our first class.
What the hell is going on here?
Harry went back on that fucking medication, and Valerie cuts. What is going on with the people around me?
And how much of it is my fault?
I sit down on my bed and cross my arms. I just barely got back from Valerie’s house, and I realize now that I was unsuccessful once again. Because here we go, Harry is harming himself and apparently so is Val.
And I almost wish that someone else was doing this to her, scarring her skin. Because at least then I could save her. I could keep her away from that person inflicting pain on her.
But I can’t save her from herself.
Val is…. Fragile.
My uncle’s words play through my head, over and over again.
Is it possible he knows? Or maybe her dad does? Why hasn’t she gotten any help?
This is so fucking frustrating.
I’m so tempted to call my mum, but I can’t. Not just because she texted me earlier and told me that I’m in charge of dinner since she’s working late, but because I haven’t really talked to my mum in so long. It’s sad too, since I used to talk to my mum about everything. It wasn’t until her and my father started fighting that I started closing myself off from her.
Damn how I miss her advice.
“Zayn?” I hear someone say.
I look over and see Liam, Louis, Harry, and Niall.
“Get out. I don’t want to talk to any of you right now.” I say, turning my head to the side.
“Zayn, we need to talk.” Liam says.
“Yeah, we do. Just not now.” I say.
“Zayn come on.” Louis says.
“Just leave me the fuck alone.”
It’s silent for a minute. The next thing I know, someone is laying on top of me.
“Get off, Niall.” I reply.
“Nope. Not until we talk.” he replies.
“I don’t want to.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“Yes I do, and I choose not to talk to you right now.”
“And I choose to stay here until you do.”
“You’re a fucking pain in the arse.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Shut up.” I say, trying not to smile.
“Ok.” Niall says, crossing his eyes and wiggling his nose.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, but I already know the answer. When we were younger he used to make silly faces like this all the time to cheer me up. I accidentally crack a smile and he smirks.
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Through New Eyes (Zayn Malik)
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