Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Twelve

I sat defenseless on Zayn's lap; my body completely limp. I coughed, gasping for air as my tears choked me. I tried forcing the words out, but my voice cracked, leaving me pitiful and weak wrapped in Zayn's arms. I felt stupid, but the pain in my chest was more than distracting. Anxiety attacks were never a serious problem for me, though occasionally they could get unpleasant- like this one was. I took a minute to suck in my tears, taking a long shaky breath before pushing Zayn's arms away.

"You okay?" He asked, concern filling his voice.

I wiped my nose, sucking in hard again, "Not really.."

Zayn pursed his lips, shifting his eyes away from mine. I adjusted my position in his lap, uncomfortable by this entire situation.

"Can I- Can I go home now?" My breath shook, making it hard to talk.

"Ellie.. You already know the answer to that.."

"Please? I just- just want to sleep."

Zayn looked up at me again, his eyes filled with compassion. He sighed, then gestured for me to let him stand up. I slid off of his lap, letting him get up before plopping back down into the passenger's seat. Zayn shut the door for me, then returned to the driver's side.

I folded my arms across my chest, glad I could have a chance to return to my life. All I wanted to was wrap a warm blanket around my body and watch tv. Or I wanted to make myself hot tea and finish that stupid History project that I've barely touched. I silently cursed Mrs.Hobbs for pairing me with Zayn. I continued to stare out the window, lost in my thoughts, until I noticed the street we turned down.

"Zayn." I quietly snagged his attention.

"Hmm?"

"You know where I live? You should've turned left, not right?"

"I can't take you home, Ellie."

"What? Why?" Tears formed in my eyes again.

"No more crying, please!" He groaned, stepping on the gas of his car, picking up speed down the thin road we drove on.

"Where are we going?"

"My flat, don't worry." He waved me off, suddenly annoyed by my presence.

"Zayn, please, just take me-"

"Why? So you can see the mess yourself? The house is fucked, Ellie; I'd torch the fucker if it were up to me. I didn't want to tell you, but if it'll shut you the fuck up, then great!"

My stomach rolled, but I swallowed the feeling, holding back my tears.

"It's 'fucked'?" I controlled my breathing, begging my voice not to crack.

Zayn glanced at me, rolling his eyes, "Need I say more?"

I smirked, shaking my head in disbelief.

"It's funny, Zayn- or should I call you Malik?"

"Zayn-"

"It's rhetorical, dumbass." I spat.

"It's funny.." I continued. "It's funny how 'fucked up' you actually are. It amazes me how fast you can change from this sweet, caring boy to this rude, 'fucked up' prick!"

"Ellie-"

"I'm not done!" I interrupted. "I don't give a shit if you had a hard life, it was your fault it was hard. Maybe if you weren't such an asshat, your parents wouldn't hate you!" I yelled, Zayn slamming on the brakes immediately, but I caught myself, half expecting he would.

"Get out."

"Gladly." I hissed, forcefully pushing the car door open, barely stepping out before Zayn took off down the road. I spun around, watching the black car disappear further into the countryside, vanishing completely after a few moments.

I took a few brave breaths, refusing to cry again. I was in the middle of nowhere, but I wasn't that far from home. I could easily walk back. I took a step forward, instantly crumbling to my knees in pain. I'd almost forgotten about my hurt feet.

I squeaked with pain, sitting cross-legged on the rocky pavement stretched through the middle of a field. I lifted one of my feet, sliding off my shoe to inspect my bandaged foot. The palms of my foot were soaked with deep red blood, hinting I had been on my feet for too long. I removed the bandages on both of my feet, tossing them behind me into the tall grass. I slipped my shoes back on, cringing at the feeling. I stayed sitting, deciding to wait for cars to pass by; maybe I could hitch a ride?

It felt like an hour went by before even one car passed. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, causing adrenaline to shoot through my veins. I sprung to my feet, jumping into the center of the road, flailing my arms as the white car sped towards me. As the car crept closer, it came to a slow stop, sitting only a few feet away. The driver's side window rolled down, allowing the man sitting inside to speak.

"Could you move, please?" He asked innocently.

"No." I called, swaying as pain surged through my feet.

"Why not?"

"Because I need a ride." I answered, my voice flat and monotone.

"I'm afraid I can't help you, young lady. Hitch hiking is illegal."

"Only if you get caught." I smirked, taking a few wobbly steps towards his car.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." He raised his voice a bit, the sound of his doors locking caught my attention as I approached his car.

"Seriously? I'm not going to rob you?" I laughed, yanking on the backseat's door handle. "Open up."

"I can't do that, miss. I understand being homeless is hard, but it's not my problem."

"What? I'm not homeless!" I fought, just as my eyes focused in on my reflection in the window. My hair was disheveled, and my face was red and puffy; I kind of did look homeless.

"Oh- Well, I'm still not homeless!"

"I hope you find the lord, you need him in your life." He nodded with sympathetic eyes, then took off down the road, just like Zayn had. I stood alone again, taking a deep breath before plopping back down on the ground.

I really didn't want to walk home.

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(AN: It's short, but like oh well. lol

I wasn't gonna update today, but like oh well. lol

Louis looks really cute in the You & I Fragrance Vault video, but like oh well. lol

I really love you guys for all the views 'Bad' is getting, but like oh well. lol

srsly ily, but like oh well. lol - The Swagmasta From Dancasta)