I Won't Tell -Zayn Malik Au-

Chapter Four

After comforting me, Luke had to get home because his mother was wondering where he went. As soon he left, I decided to take a shower letting the steam hit my body. The messages i've received still bothered me, i mean i didn't think i have that hate from everyone; including Zayn. I still don't get why he hate me so much. And what's worst, i don't know what i've done to make him angry or against me. It just seems odd to me.

Knowing Zayn he's never like the way he is now; he was different. And he still is.

Zayn, Luke, and I were best of friends since fourth grade and remained best of friends through middle school. But I knew Zayn more before Luke came along, we were almost like brothers and sisters.  There be times he'd talk me into skipping school with him and i would give in. We would go to the arcade or hang out at his house. It was good times, sometimes i would wish to have it all back. Everyone would say we're so much alike because we're both shy and quiet but once you get to know us, we're crazy. He has funny side, i like about him and very sweet and caring. And I have to say he's quite attractive too, I mean, I cannot lie.  I would sometimes wonder if he ever thought about what we had, but probably not.

I stepped out the shower and gotten dressed into something comfy. Then i went downstairs to find my mum slinging her purse over her shoulder, then she looked up and saw me.

"Hey honey. Are you alright? Luke came over and looked kind of worried, i didn't have the chance to tell him whats going on. Is everything okay?" She asked with concern in her tone.

I love my mum and i hate keeping things from her but i feel its best to keep her from worrying. "Yeah everything's fine." I smiled lightly.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. Um, where are you heading?" I decide to change the subject.

"Oh, i, um, decided to do a little grocery shopping. Do you need anything?"

"No." i answered.

"Oh okay. Um, well if you think of anything you want i have my phone on me, just call." She smiled.

I gave a small smile and nodded. 

"Okay. See you in a bit hun." She pecked my cheek and went out the door closing it behind her. I heard her car pull out of the driveway and i was alone in the empty house.

Making my way into living room, i looked at pictures on the wall most of them of me when i was younger. One of them stood out on the wall, of Zayn, Luke, and I when we graduated from Middle School. Then thats when my mind drift back to that very day.



-Flashback-

"Zayn!" Making my way through a crowd of parents, their children, and teachers standing around.

He turned to me with a grin. "Gabby." 

I giggled and went into his arms as he lifted me off the ground in a bone crushing hug. "We did it! We're actually going into high school."

He set me down and we pulled away. "I know. Oh my god ..i-i'm at a lost of words." He chuckled looking down at his feet.

"Zayn."

We both turned to find his mother and father waving him over. "We wanna take you guys picture."

"Okay, we'll be right there." He called to her, then he met my gaze.

I find myself smiling looking down, then i met his gaze to see frown a little. "Whats wrong?"

He shook his head. "Its nothing."

"Come on, its okay you can tell me. I'm your best friend." I say reaching out placing my hand on his arm, comfortingly. 

He gave a sigh. "Well, you know i care about you right?"

"Yeah, and i care about you too. So whats bothering you?" I asked.

He paused for a moment, then spoke. "Its just that .. I-I .. I'm afraid of change."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Change? Okay, i'm not sure what you trying to tell me."

"Um," He rubbed the back of neck. He does this when he's really nervous.

I rubbed his arm. "Zayn, its okay. Tell me." I smiled.

He nodded looking down before he meet my gaze. "I'm afraid of what if we change once we get into high school. Will you forget about our friendship? Will you forget about us?"

My smiles faltered at that. I was wondering the same thing as well. "Zayn, no we'll always be best of friends. Our friendship is something that will never go away. I'm always here for you and i will continue being there for you."

He smiled. "Will you?"

I nodded. "Yes, i will."

"Promise?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "I promise, jerk." And we both giggled.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into him for a hug. "Love you."

I swore my heart swell at that. "Love you too, Zayn."

We pulled away and he motioned over to his parents. "Come on, lets go get our picture taken."

"Okay. But first let me take a picture of you." I giggled, taking out my phone.

I heard him groaned. "Awh, come on. For me please." I gave him cute puppy eyes.

He smiled. "Okay fine."

"Cool. Okay smile." And thats when I took a picture of him. "Aww, you're so cute." I giggled, saving his picture to my phone.

"Hush, now come on." He swung his arm over my shoulder as we walked to where his parents were to get our picture taken.



-Later that night-

I just gotten out of shower while i was standing in the mirror fixing my hair thats when i heard tapping coming from my bedroom window. 'What the heck.' I thought as  I went over to see Zayn standing there.

"Zayn?" I opened the window to let Zayn climb in.

He looked distraught and his eyes were red rimmed as if he were crying. "What's going on? Are you alright?" I asked worriedly. 

He moved to middle of my room, then turned to me. "T-they're f-fighting again." 

I knew actually what he's talking about. I moved towards him. "Zayn, I-" Thats when i noticed a red mark on his right cheek. "Oh my god, Zayn. Whats this?" I reached out my thumb smooth across the mark, he winced.

"He s-slapped me." He answered. " He grabbed h-her. S-so I stepped in to s-stop him .. then h-he turned around and-" His voice broke at the end.

Zayn's parents are always fighting. His dad would come home drunk from work and would pick a fuss with his mother. Now things would get physical. Zayn told me one time his father had pushed his mother down the stairs or slap her whenever she refuses of giving him money. Every time you turn around he would smell like alcohol and his mother is quite sick of it. Zayn also told she would hide money from him. Zayn's father is great father and husband, but once he get a hold of alcohol theres no controlling him. And i felt sorry Zayn had to go through this.

"Zayn." Pulling him into a hug.

I rubbed his back in comforting circles as he sobbed into my shoulder. "Sh, its going to be okay. Please don't cry, i'm here for you. Okay?"

I felt him nod in my shoulder. Suddenly we pulled away. "I don't know if i c-can go back." He sniffled. "U-um, c-can i please stay here?" His eyes met mine.

I gave him a warm smile. "Sure. You can stay for as long as you like."

He smiled through teary eyes. "I don't know what i'd do without you-"

I held my hand up. "Shh, please. Just shut up before you go blabbering on me." We both chuckled, its good to see him smiling.

"Thank you, Gabby."

I nodded. "You're welcome, Zee." I say thumbing away his tear stained cheeks. "Please, don't ever cry. It makes me sad."

"Okay, i won't. Anything to see that beautiful smile."

I blushed, smiling to myself. "You think i have a beautiful smile?" I say meeting his eyes.

He nodded. "I do." He smiled his eyes never leaving mine.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling too hard, looking down. "Thanks."

My chin was lifted with his finger, so my brown ones was met with his hazel ones. "You're beautiful. Everything about you is just simply amazing. I just thought that you should know."

I went into his arms and we hugged.


-Flashback Ended-
 

There were tears falling from my eyes at the memory. How could he throw away our friendship? When we started high school; he, Luke and I were still tight until he met Harry, Niall , Liam, and Louis. Thats when he started avoiding Luke and I. Luke moved on but i didn't, what Zayn and I shared was a special bond and i didn't want to throw that away.

As time went on, I have been receiving a lot of hate from Zayn and his 'crew'. And thats when the bullying started. He hasn't physically put his hand on me, but his words what he would say to me are just so powerful. There would be times i would try and not to cry in front of him, to not show my weakness. But its just so so hard, i can't believe he does this to me. Like what have i ever done to him to deserve this? I have been nothing but been good to him and this is what i get in return. Thats a cold hard slap in the face. He's changed so much and to think I ever called him a best friend.

I went to the bathroom to wash away the tears on my face, thats when i heard my mum's voice. "Honey, i'm home."

I turned off the water and dried my face with a towel. I took a deep breath before i left the bathroom to me proceeding down to to hear cupboards opening and closing. As i walked in, i see two grocery bags on the countertop and what looks to be my mum putting away items in the right place.

"I see you're home." I spoke.

She stopped what she was doing for moment and turned to me. "Yeah. Oh god it was getting really crowded, you won't believe how long the line was when trying to ring all this up."

I looked down and smiled. "Um, do you need help with, you know, putting away the groceries?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure hun."

I grabbed one bag and started by unloading the food thats when kitchen phone rang. "I wonder who could this be." My mother say walking across the kitchen took the phone off the charger and answered. "Hello ... Well, hi there"

While my mother chatted with who ever on the phone, i was too busy putting away the groceries into the right cupboards.

"Yeah .. Sure, i will tell her.. no problem, thanks for calling... okay, mm buh bye." Then she put the onto the charger. 

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Trish."

Zayn's mother. Even though Zayn and I may not be cool like we use to anymore, his mum and my mum are still tight. What they don't know is the hatred Zayn has towards me. Thats something they will never know, as far as they know-- Zayn and I are still friends. Now thats a lie.

"What does she want?" I asked.

"Well, she told me she's celebrating  Saturday because of her big promotion. And that having a dinner at her place, and guess what? We're invited."

Wait -- what? You've got to be kidding me, right? Zayn's going to be there. He hates me. If he is, i don't think i'd survive.

"Invited, you say?" I asked making i heard it right.

"Yeah. Trish is inviting us for dinner Saturday. It would be wonderful."

"Saturday? Thats the day after tomorrow, right?" I asked.

"Yeah.-"

"U-um, i don't think i want t-to go."

"Wha- why? Trish wants us both there, it would mean so much to her and Zayn."

I flinched at the mention of his name. "No, mum. Its just .. I can't go."

"Gabby, i want you to come with me. What about Zayn? He would be happy to see y-"

I couldn't let her finish. "No, mum. He won't be happy to see me. He hates me."  I couldn't believe that came out.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What? He couldn't hate you. You two are like best friends."

"Well, not anymore. I just- i can't go."

"Gabriel, i want you to come. This would mean so much to Trish, she really wants us to be there together. She worked really hard when Yaser left to support her and Zayn. And i think its best if we both show up together. Is that understood?" She say in a stern tone.

I opened my mouth but closed it. Part of what my mother said was right, Trish did worked hard when Zayn's father left. They divorced right around Zayn and I sophomore year in high school, thats when i noticed a little change in Zayn. He became distant and started treated me like crap. I don't know how he'd react if i showed up to his house Saturday. I best better be prepared for it.

"Yes, mum." I asnwered.


Great! Fuck my life.


 

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