Do you really know them? (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 11

How the hell was I meant to go about even talking to him?  I didn’t want to scare him but then I had to make my presence known.  He obviously couldn’t hear my voice over the sound of the music.  I sat down next to him and touched his shoulder lightly, hoping he wouldn’t freak out.

He jumped.  Dammit Frankie now you’ve scared him.  But then he relaxed as soon as he saw me.  Weird.  He wasn’t drunk, or if he was he was hiding well.  I didn’t know what to do.  Why did he want to see me.  He’s got his four best mates.  Why me?  Before I knew it he hugged me and cried softly into my shoulder.  Great, I’ve got some famous guy crying on my shoulder and I hate being touched like this.  Just great.  I stayed stiff as he hugged me, remembering the last guy who hugged me.  Then I started to cry as well.

FLASHBACK

“You know I’m always there for you right?” Scott told me smiling at me before he flew out to America.  “Just call me, text me whatever.  I’ll always listen to you.  I promise”  I nodded in agreement.  He didn’t know that I was moving out the next day.  He didn’t know I was going to change who I was.  Bless him, he barely knew me even though he was my best friend.  He knew I cut but that’s all I would tell him.  It was the only obvious thing.  He didn’t know how to help and to be honest I didn’t want him to help.  I didn’t want to bring him down and trap him.

That hug at the airport lasted what seemed like hours.  We probably looked like some stupid couple and I remember some random guys wolf whistling us.  I gave them the finger. 

At the start, he did text and call me every day, we made time to skype and I was going to go over there for a holiday.  But then everything stopped, he got new friends and was busy, I was busy with work and trying not to kill myself, and if I was honest with myself he had changed.  He wasn’t the guy who I could have a laugh about anything with or bitch about anyone.  The conversations became short, and eventually stopped.  That was around a month after he left.  A month ago.  It’s been two months since he went and I miss him everyday.

Dickhead.

I didn’t want to miss him.  He broke his promise.  I should forget him, hell it wasn’t like I was madly in love with him.  But maybe if I was he would be easier to forget.  All I have left is painful photographs and memories.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Are you okay?” I heard Zayn ask and I chuckled quietly.  He looked at me confused.

“I came over here to ask what was wrong and guess what I end up the crying mess” I say laughing and trying to wipe away the tears.  “Anyway, why was I coming over?” I asked curiously although I never got to find out.

“ZAYN.  ZAYN over here.” Someone screamed from the other side of the club and I turned around to see a girl with perfect make up and a perfect giving me a glare.  Who the fuck does she think she is?

“Yeah.  I’d better go sorry” Zayn muttered and quickly moved over, pulling down his sleeves quickly, but only I noticed.  The blonde gave me a glare before crashing her lips onto Zayn’s.  Okay.  Protective much, especially as I’ve only met him once.  But part of me was thinking at the same time about what an idiot I was.  Of course he had a girlfriend.  Of course she was perfect.  What was I thinking.  I rolled my eyes before walking to the changing room to grab my stuff.  As I walked out I checked my phone while hailing a cab.

Two new messages

No one ever texted me.  No one cared enough to text me so can someone tell me why I have two new texts from unknown numbers?

Shaking I unlocked my phone and read the first text

Hey Franks, I’m back in the UK for a bit.  Wanna meet babe? X

No.   No.  Nope. Nah. I was not going to meet up with Scott.  I could tell that was him.  He was the only one who called me Franks.  Twat.  Dickhead.  Bastard. 

I got into the taxi still in a mood and looked at the second text.  Looking back I wished I hadn’t.  I don’t know what I had expected but the text made my heart drop

Think you could run bitch?  Wrong.  See you soon

I felt my breathing get shorter and my chest become tighter.  Shit.  Shit.  Who the fuck was this.  Shit.  I should not have checked that text.  Both of them just make me feel like shit.   Yay.

The taxi stopped outside my house and I paid the taxi driver before walking up to my house, making sure to lock the door behind me.  Yes, I was paranoid.  I hated being alone in the house especially at night, which was why working in the night club was so good.  I could normally get home just in time to watch the sun rise.  I didn’t get much sleep.

I walked straight to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.  No work tomorrow, I could sleep for as long as I liked.

ZAYNS POV

I saw Frankie disappear out of the club.  Shit, I needed to talk to her.  I felt Megan tug my arm.  Jesus why was I dating her, she just made other people feel like shit.

“Who was that” She said, disgust obvious in her voice.  I shrugged, deciding it would be better not to tell her about Frankie.  The less she and the boys knew the better.  That’s what I hoped anyway.  “Come on babe lets go” she whispered in my ear suggestively.  I turned to face her.

“Maybe some other night yeah.” I muttered before walking straight out of the club into the night air.  A taxi was waiting just outside the door and I climbed in, telling the driver where to drop me.  I didn’t want to see Megans over made up face again.  The only problem was if I got rid of her Liam would kill me.  Their childhood best mates and it would just make things awkward. 

Why do I always put myself in these situations?

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I'm thinking Louis, I'm thinking Zayn I'm gonna see how everything pans out