Two Sides

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 

*Flashback*

Zayn's POV

Parties, girls, fun and drinks. What more could anyone ask for? The music thundered loudly in my ears, people moving rhythmically to the music, the drunk ones tripping over their own feet, my friends trying to find new girls to hit on. The party seemed so alive, but to me it was dead. I've been to so many parties, I don't exactly find them enjoyable anymore. 

I sauntered through the sea of teenagers, making my way towards the back door. I swung the door open, hoping that no-one would notice me leave. I looked left and right making sure the coast was clear before I ran out and firmly shut the door behind me. I'll have to think of an excuse for leaving the party later.

I strolled down the empty, hushed street with my hands in my pockets. The breeze was growing more and more stronger, nearly knocking myself off of my feet. I crossed the road and turned left. The wind returned, blowing a filthy sheet of paper towards my feet. In bold letters, it had "Z.M" written on it. My eyebrows were furrowed with confusion. I picked it up and turned it over.

It was a letter addressed to me. What?

I opened it and read through the letter. It was from my hospital. After reading the last word in my letter, I tore it apart and chucked it away to the nearest bin, without giving it a second glance. What was this stupid letter doing out here? I then realised who it might've been.

My eyes raged with fury, the temperature of my body increased rapidly. The colour drained from my face as my knuckles on my hands turned white. I tugged at my hair furiously and frustratingly. I rubbed my fingers harshly across my forehead. This can't happen to me.

I walked briskly, trying to get my head round of what had happened. I looked behind me, making sure there was no-one there, when I crashed into a body.

"Sorry." The feminine voice mumbled. I glanced at her and nodded assuring that it was okay. I quickened my pace up again and walked up the driveway to the front door of my mum's house. Finally, I was here. I knocked on the door, waiting patiently for someone to open it.

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2....

3....

Still no answer. Just as I was about to kick the door, it opened.

"Hello, son." My mum Trisha, greeted me.

"Hi, look, why didn't you bother telling me?!" I asked, hopefully understanding what I meant. Her facial features turned into a puzzled one. 

I groaned, covering my face with both hands.