Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 4

EDWARD

As morning came, Edward was still fast asleep on his bed, snoring softly against his sheets. The sun was barely over the horizon, creating hues of purple, orange and blue in the sky. With a strangled noise, the brunette sunk in deeper into his covers, the want to stay in getting to him. Though his desires were strong, he peels his eyes open, sitting up groggily as the dull ache in his head pounded harshly, and he huffed, frustrated.

The pain was oppressive, and Edward had no time to run to the store and get himself a few painkillers to end the intense pounding inflicted in his head.

The brunette had to get up, even at his worn out and intolerable state. Glancing down at his clock, he sees that it was only six thirty in the morning, so he had plenty of time to get ready for the day. Edward sighed silently, removing the duvet from his once covered body.

Not bothered by the cold air and the freezing weather, he goes to his bathroom, and the reflection of his disheveled self comes into view. His eyes were red and puffy, hair going into different directions, curls tangled and untamed. The bags underneath his eyes made his appearance even more piteous.

Not wanting to look at his disoriented self any longer, he steps into his shower and as the first drop of warm water lands on his head, his tensed muscles relaxed, while his forming tears mixed into the beads that cascaded down onto the floor. "Why me?" he said, in between a scream and a whisper.

"It's not my fault.." he sobs, falling down to the wet floor. His heartwrenching cries bounced off of his thin walls, but even then, nobody was close enough to hear his pleads.

Edward was all alone.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

• • • • • •

"Piss off, Malik." Edward growls under his breath, not wanting to deal with the older boy breathing down his neck, as well as his annoying presence and a mouth that spat too many insults that fought with his comebacks as well.

Though Edward would've said something snarky and rude by now, all the energy that was left of him has been poured down the drain. It was prominent in his movements that he was mentally beat and was in no right condition to argue with the honey eyed boy like he did on the daily.

"Leave me alone.." Edward says, holding back the urge to yawn. Zayn's eyebrows furrowed at the evident debilitation of the green eyed lad. "What's goin' on with you, Styles?" Zayn asked him, resulting a grunt in return for a response.

"None of your fucking business." Edward spoke, eyelids almost closed. Zayn scoffed at him, rolling his hazel eyes. "You're honestly pathetic, Styles"

Strike one.

"Oh, look who's the one to talk.." Edward grumbled, irked by the affront made by Zayn.

"At least I'm not some goody goody two-shoes who feeds off of people's attention like a goddamn who—"

"Mr. Styles! Detention after school." The aged woman told him. Edward just ignores her piercing gaze on him and sinks into his chair deeper. "I honestly don't give a fuck if you send me to detention." He whispered, more to himself than to the lady upfront.

"I honestly have more freedom in there than here anyway." Edward gives up and yawns loudly, which seemed to enrage Mrs. Brown even more. "Malik, the old hag has fucking favouritism. Even when you've committed the wrong, they don't give a fuck about that and blame it on me." The whole situation was unfair in Edward's opinion.

"Well, if you weren't so insufferable then you wouldn't have received detention in the first place."

"I hope you piss yourself, trip over and fall off the edge of a cliff."

"Mr. Styles!"

• • • • • •

ZAYN

"The nerve he has. I swear I was ready to gouge his eyes out." Zayn said, more or so fussed with sharpness to his voice. If the looks he threw at the curly headed bloke, who sat by himself and read an unfamiliar book in silence, could kill, Edward would've been dead a long time ago.

"Zee, I still don't quite understand how you guys despise eachother. I mean, I'll admit that Edward isn't necessarily the greatest person, but you? You've never been the one to hold a grudge and say things that are spiteful like what you just said a few seconds ago." Liam replied in between bites of the red, juicy apple in his hand. Zayn groaned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You don't understand, Leeyum. The bloke's an asshole." Liam stares at him blankly, placing the fruit down on his tray.

"Trust me, I know, mate. I just don't see the point in hating the guy. I mean, what do you get out of your daily arguements then? For him it's obviously amusing but for you? I don't see how it benefits you at all, whatsoever." Zayn didn't know what to say to that. Why did he keep on having such dispute when he and Edward cross paths? He himself had no answer to that. Whenever they fought and argued, it almost felt as if it was natural for them to fight fire with more fire.

"I don't know, Li. What I do know, is that Styles is a downright twat, who loves to rile up people he thinks he can mess with." Liam shook his head in disagreement.

"So you're allowing him to mess with you then? See, Zayn, as I see it, you're only sending him satisfaction by having a reaction to the things he does and says. Out of all people, I thought you knew that already, since you're the smartest one out of us all here." Zayn just sighed in defeat. Liam has always been the most sensible one out of the three of them. Niall was the one who was carefree, loud, and down to earth, meanwhile he was the more timid one, yet he could be obnoxious if he ever wanted to.

"I don't know, Li. I honestly don't know." They jumped in their seats, startled as the bell rung out of nowhere.

"Must've lost track of time. Anyway, I'll see you later mate. Gotta head to class." Zayn tells him, grabbing his bag from below their table, and walks into the packed halls, as his figure was swallowed into the extensive lot of rushed teenagers.

• • • • • •

"Get off of my fucking back, Dan." Edward spat at the older male above him. "If it wasn't for me he would've had your fucking head, you bloody bastard. You fucking owe me big time." Dan remained silent throughout Edward reprimands, stare burning holes into the pavement.

"Fuck, I don't have time for this shit." Duffle bag swung over his shoulder, the younger boy strolled away to the pathway of his flat. Since there were no cars passing by seeing as though he was going home a few minutes past midnight, nobody could possibly drive at a time like this. Edward walked in the middle of the highway, shivering when the wind brushes past his jacket cladded, upper body.

"Bloody hell."

To Be Continued ...

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