Something Wicked This Way Comes (Zayn Malik)

Chapter Eight

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        Zayn Malik was conflicted. On one hand, he didn’t want to leave, but on the other he knew Caledonia probably wanted be alone. The one thing that kept bothering the him was the bruise on Cal’s arm. He decided that when he gets home, he will ask Marcel. Zayn pulled in the driveway of his home, and ran up the stairs and open the door.

            “I’m home!” He called out. John was sitting at the table doing homework, and he nodded his head in greeting. “Marcel here?” Zayn asked John.

            “He’s in his room, I think.” He tells him, going back to his homework. Zayn rushed up the steps and stopped before going into Marcel and Harry’s room. He heard talking behind the closed door.

            “So you aren’t going to tell me?” Harry asked his twin.

            “Harry, I can’t. You know that, and you know I hate keeping things from you, so please just don’t ask.” An almost identical voice answered him. Zayn heard Harry huff in annoyance.

            “Is he ok? Just tell me that!” Harry demand. He heard Marcel sigh.

            “He is under pressure, but nothing that isn’t manageable. You know Zayn is strong.” Marcel tells him. “And he’ll tell you when he is ready.” He adds on.

            “I just. I wish that I was his friend.” Harry says, and Zayn frowns. Harry is his best mate, so why would he feel that way?

            “You are his best friend, love.” Marcel tells his brother. Zayn hears Harry scoff.

            “No, I am his beta. You are his best friend. He comes to you with his problems.” Harry tries to point out. Marcel lets loose a bark of laughter.

            “Harry Edward Styles. I am his advisor, you are his confidante. Get over yourself, babe.” Marcel tells his brother, and they laugh together. Zayn decides it’s time to make his presence known.

            “Marcel? I need to speak with you.” Zayn says through the door. He hears shuffling, and Harry opens the door with a grin.

            “I’m going to run the perimeter check with Ed. Bye, Mars.” He calls over his shoulder, and Marcel waves. Zayn walks in to the twins room, and sits on Marcel’s bed.

            “What can I do for you, sir?” Marcel asks cheerfully. Zayn always has wondered how Marcel was so chirper and happy. The world is dark place, but Marcel only sees the light.

            “Turns out Ted Gentry is Caledonia Harkin’s uncle and I had dinner at her house. I noticed that she had bruises on her arm from I grabbed her today.” Zayn tells him, and Marcel nods for his to continue. “Why hasn’t she healed? I mean, we wouldn’t of even bruised!” Zayn exclaims.

            Marcel pauses before speaking. “I think we need to do some research on her. Where was she from before she moved? Why did she move?” Marcel asks. He takes a seat in a chair across from Zayn.

            “ Ted told me she was from some piss ant town called Hallow Hills, and her parents died in a fire.” Zayn tells him. Marcel’s eyes widen in shock, and he pushes his lips together.

            “You should keep that to yourself.” Marcels tells him, sternly and Zayn nods. Marcel goes to his book shelf and pulls down a heavy book that is dirty and is falling apart. Marcel slams it on the desk, and dust flies up. Zayn chuckles as Marcel opens it and turns to a random page. Zayn peers over his shoulder to read, but the words makes no sense to him.