I Won't Tell -Zayn Malik Au-

Chapter Three

I sat on my bed recalling the events that happen today, especially what happened in the locker room. It was all too scary for me. I hugged my plush pillow against my chest then a tear escaped my eye follow by another tear. This shouldn't happen to me. Why me though? What have i done to make everyone hate me?

I quickly wiped away tears in case my mother walks in i don't want her to see them. Getting off the bed i grabbed my laptop from my dresser and brought it over to where i was previously sitting. Lifting the lid i logged onto Facebook, my eyes went wide -- I have twenty posts on my wall. Curious, i went onto my wall and that's when my heart dropped at the posts i received. They were mean posts from half of everyone at school. This couldn't be happening right now. I thought to myself. Whats really worse, I was getting more posts on my wall.

I read one from Zayn's girlfriend, Pierre. 'You are such a loser! EVRYBODY hates you including me!' I felt my eyes sting, then i read one post that stood out from all the rest -- Zayn's. I sucked in a breath and began reading. 'You're UGLY! I never did liked you. I can ruin your life, no one likes you. I wish you can just stay away so i don't have ever see your pathetic face again .. bitch.'

My vision started to blur, my throat tightened i couldn't read anymore. I shut the lid down of my laptop and started sobbing. My phone vibrated on my bedside dresser it was probably Luke. As much as i wanted to answer it but i was too upset to speak to anyone right now. Right now all i wanted was to be left alone.






~Luke Pov~

I tried ringing Gabriel's phone for the third time, but her phone kept ringing and ringing. Wow, this is so unlike her. I thought to myself. She'd always answer her phone whenever i call.

By the thirteenth ring, i hung up thinking maybe she's too busy or probably turned her phone off. I don't see any reason why she would turn her phone off. I wanted to check up on her, she had me worried about her all day in school. I hope Zayn and his friends weren't trying anything to hurt her cause so help me god i would rip their fucking heads off. I knew Gabriel since we were kids and i've always looked out for her. And still do.

We always tell each other anything. And thats one thing i'm concerned about --- I hope she isn't hiding anything from me. Whatever's hurting her i want her to be able to come to me and tell me. Thats whats really bothering me. I don't want her to hide anything from me, I'm like her true best friend.

Just as i was about to ring her phone again, that when Calum's calling me. I answered the call. "Calum, what's up-"

"Oh my god, dude. Have you went on Facebook yet?" He asked.

"Um, no i haven't. Why?" i asked confused.

"Go and log on. You will not believe it." he rushed. 

I sat in front of my laptop on my desk and logged onto Facebook. I wonder whats this about. Once i was logged in, my feed was filled with harsh things. "What the-" 

Then thats when i see from most of the harsh posts were for Gabriel. "Oh my fucking god, i cannot believe this." I said viewing some of the posts. Fuck no, Fuck no. I kept saying over and over.

Wait a minute could this be the reason why Gabriel isn't answering her phone. I thought. Could she possibly seen these posts and gotten upset? Oh my god.

I was angrier and angrier just reading these ridiculous things about my best friend. I have to go see her, she needs me right now. "Luke? Luke, dude are you there?" I heard Calum on the other end.

"Calum, i'll call you later. I'm about to go see Gabby, she needs me right now." At that i hung up and was out the house.






~Gabriel Pov~

I laid on my bed onto my side, sobbing quietly thinking awful things. What if i were dead? Will everyone be happy? 

So many things going through my mind and thats is until they were all interrupted by a knock on the door. I sat up quickly wiping away tears thinking maybe thats my mother, I don't want her to see me like this.

The door opened and i see a familiar blonde poking his head in the door, Luke. His eyes looked somber as he shut my bedroom door closed behind him making his way over to my bed. He sat down his eyes never leaving mine, i felt his hand reached for mine and intertwined our fingers together. "I know." He say in almost a whisper.

And thats when i knew he talking about the mean things being posted about me on Facebook. At thought, i felt myself choke back a sob. The more i think about those things being said i wanted to cry -- it really hurt.

"Shh." Luke shushed me, pulling me in for a hug where i was sobbing into his chest. He rocked us back and forth softly. "I'm here, darling. I'm here." Then he pulled us back so that i was looking up at him. "I don't believe not a single word being said. I think you're perfect. You are perfect to me." He caressed my cheek, then a placed a gentle kiss on my head.

He thumbed away my tears and kept telling me 'how beautiful i am' and pulled me in another long hug. and we stayed like that until my sobs died down.