This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

Deal

The weekend went by too fast, and it was already Tuesday. Zayn begged me to stay home and rest, but as usual I put up a fight. He drove me to school, and we stayed next to each other the whole day. We got pity looks from teachers and staff, and dirty looks from Addy's friends. But we both just shrugged it off and continue our day. This happened throughout the week.

After the long school week was over, we rested the whole weekend. It seemed as if we didn't even move from the couch, even though we actually moved a lot. We both were in so much pain, and we ran out of the pain meds the doctor gave us. But, just our luck, we couldn't get more until we made a doctors appointment. Joy.

"Layla. Wake up now. "

He said it in such a stern voice, it almost made me scared.

"Once you get that attitude under control I will"

"Layla I'm not fucking playing games! Get over here!"

By now I was beyond scared. He had never yelled at me like that. I walked over to him, my heart beating out of my chest.

"What the hell is this?!"

I looked down at his hands, where he held my razor blade which had dried up blood. My blood ran cold, and I could feel my eyes beginning to water.

"Its...its nothing Zayn"

Just then he dropped it to the floor, the cold metal landing on the tile. It made me shudder. Just then he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Don't do it anymore. Got it?"

Out of fear and sadness I nodded and began to cry. I never realized how much I cried when I was around him.

"I wont. Promise."

"Yeah right. You promised me that once already Layla. Show me your wrists"

I looked down in disgust as I rolled me sleeves up, revealing my new cuts, as well as my scars. His eyes grew wider, and I could see the hurt in his face. Just then he picked the blade back up.

"What are you doing?"

"7. Thats 7 times I wasn't there for you"

Just then he began slitting his own wrist, I winced in pain as I saw the blood form.

"Zayn please stop"

"Not till I get to 7"

He kept cutting until finally he made 7 straight lines along his wrist.

"You cut, I cut. Deal?"

I stayed silent, only tears would come out. He finally grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him.

"Deal?"

"Deal." My voice cracking.

Zayn walked over to the toilet, dropped the blade in, and flushed it down. He pushed me aside as he walked to his room. I fell to my knees as I looked down at my wrist. It made me sick to my stomach. Before I could think about what I was doing, I changed into shorts, revealing my thighs which had nothing but scars and cuts. I screamed as I looked down at them, an in disgust, made myself throw up. I wanted nothing more than to die. I had hurt Zayn, and that was something I could never let go of.

"Zayn let me in! Let me in Goddammit!"

The door swung open, and there stood Zayn, with red in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He looked down at my thighs.

"I screwed up! I'm worthless and I don't deserve you!"

Just then I pulled out a letter, and handed it to him.

Dear Zayn,
If you're reading this, it means you've found me. I'm so sorry. I will always love you Zayn, but this pain had to end. I couldn't take it anymore, and its not cause of you. Its all me and my family. I'm so sorry. Tell my mom I love her, and I'm sorry. But Zayn, don't hold on to me please. Move on. Thats all I ask.
-Layla

He looked at me, tears filling his eyes. I covered my mouth, and tried to contain my tears. He pulled me into a hug before asking me what hurt.

"Everything Zayn. Everything"

"Well I'm gonna make the pain go away I promise. I love you Layla I love you. Please I hate seeing you hurt. Please Layla"

"I'm not hurt. I'm broken"

"Well let me fix you Layla please. Don't give up."

I began crying harder, as I buried my face in his warm chest. He led me to the bed, setting me down and cradling me. I had stopped crying, and now he was singing to me. It did calm me, but everything still hurt.

"How many times?" He asked while rubbing my thigh softly.

"Total? 43. New? 4."

"I'm so sorry Layla."

I shrugged before looking up at him. He smiled at me and kissed my head.

"Its time for you to go to bed. I wont leave. I promise"

I kissed him before wrapping my arms around his body, he held me close and sang to me as I drifted to sleep.

AN
Okay so I got this message and it was horrible. I just wanted to remind my reader this is a fanFICTION
Fiction- FAKE!
these events are not real. Zayn does have a sister, but she did not die. The boys are not a part of a drug cartel. All fake okay? okay. But anyways thank you guys for reading it means so much to me and i love you all. Xoxo