Back for You

Chapter 4

Lucy's POV

Zayn looks beautiful sat there, the sunlight dancing on his skin... snap out of it! He's a dick, always has been always will be. I know what he did. I have just never chose to believe it.

"Why are you still looking at me?"

He shrugs it off and simply slowly turns his head to the left to watch out the window.

"GET OUT OF MY CAR NOW!" Oh no I just flipped! I correct myself,

"Sorry, you can wait by the front door."

Finally Zayn forces the door open so it almost comes of off its hinges promptly then to slam it again so hard that the car shakes. I reach into my brown leather Prada handbag that Niall bought me as a present once. Niall is my best friend and I have known him since pre-school. Ages ago he asked me out but I stayed loyal to Zayn. Now I'm wishing I hadn't. No. No, please no! I must have left my keys at the prison. Knowing that place someone has probably already stolen them and planned out how to get to my house. I know that it sounds a bit extreme but of course, they do have a lot of spare time on their hands.

I get out the car and scuff my feet over to where Zayn was stood. Where is he? I gently push on the front door and shout inside.

Without warning Zayns head pops out from behind the kitchen door.

" Hey I thought I'd let myself in since the key was already in the door!"

Phew, it was almost good that zayn was in the house instead of some random stranger that probably just came to take some stuff. But is it?

"Lucy!" Zayn cries out from the kitchen. I stagger in to join him and kick my shoes off. They end uo hitting the beige wall and making a small black mark, but that can easily be fixed.

"What is it?" I say and fall back onto the deep brown leather sofa next to him. He reaches out to try and hug me, but i am not going to be that girl. I have my own mind, I can do what i want, so I slide away from him.

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"You still haven't answered my question!"

"Which one?" I knew perfectly well which one but I was hoping it would be different so I didnt have to answer it.

" Why are you so nice? I wouldnt be?"

" I know you wouldn't be. Im not like you. It's a long story."

I was really hoping Zayn would lay off this time because I had nothing to say to him. Well, wanted to say to him. Here was what I was afraid of,

"I have nothing but time!"

I shift uncomfortably so I am now sat cross legged.

" On my tenth birthday my dad was out for a while. He left early in the morning claiming he needed to go and grab me a surprise from our local store. I was so excited, but i got bit worried where he was after three hours. Me and my mum drove down to the store and he was there. Not where he was supposed to be though. The whole store was cordoned off with police tape. I could not believe it. I ran home and spent the whole of a week crying. He was found guilty of dealing drugs with the store owner. My mum bailed him out of jail after a week but kicked him out of our house and our lives. He begged us to come back, but my mum turned him down. He was stranded. His whole family disowned him and left him alone with nowhere to go.

A week after we turned him down and stopped hearing from him, we found out he had taken his own life." I can't hold it in. As much as I hate to let go in front of him, I cant help but cry. I must be crying for five minutes before Zayn leans in to hug me. I nestle my head into the crook of his neck and finally stop crying.

I whisper to him,

"You are the first person I have told." I mean every word of it.

"I cant let another person I love leave my life!"

Zayn leans back from our hug and his eyes are wide with shock. Oh no! I let it slip. He cant know this. Quickly I return, "I meant loved."

"Of course" he flashes his dazzling smile and winks at me. How can someone look so different to who they actually are?