Demons In Us

Dodging bullets

Got a secret can you keep it?

Swear this one you'll save!

Better lock it in your socket.

Taking this one to the grave.

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Maria's POV

I'm sit looking at my lap biting my lips, trying to decide weather telling Zayn the truth is worth my relationship with Zack..

I hear clocks ticking in my head and gears turning in my mind but I'm drawing a blank. Should I just leave?

"Maria?" He whispers

'You can't do this!'

'What are you thinking?'

"Listen, what you saw was-was just Zack on a bad day.." I whisper back.

"You've seen that part of him before? How long have you been putting up with this? You stay with him he mig-"

"What do you mean when you said 'I saw your pain'?" Cutting him off, trying to change the subject.

He looked me in the eye and bluntly said "I saw your cuts and scars, Maria. I saw everything. Your pain."

"Oh.."

'He knows now. So smart ass what are you going to do now? Cut again?'

Covering my ears trying to make the voices stop.

"Maria are you okay?"

Sitting up I move my hands away and nod.

'Fool' I lightly grunt.

"Zayn. I'm sorry."

He looks up from his fingers and raises a brow.

"I mean about dragging you into this"

He moves closer and hugs me and tells me it's okay.

I don't hug back and he quickly gets the message.

"Zack isn't here, Maria" I bite my bottom lip.

"Why don't we go get some coffee."

"I-I'm not sure I should go.." I reply reluctantly.

"It's okay, love" I nod and stand up.

We make our way to the little humble cafe.

I sit in the booth and order a glass of water and zayn orders black coffee.

My phone buzzes and I answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Maria."

"Hey babe!"

"Don't start. Where are you?"

"At a coffee shop..why honey?"

"Don't. Start. Get your ass back home. NOW. "

I wince and Zayn places his hand on my arm and shoots me a worried look. I slide my arm out of his grip and stand up.

"Okay"

"Okay what?"

"Okay..daddy" I whisper

The line goes dead.

"I'm sorry goodbye" I mumble making my way out. He stands up and tries to come after me but I'm already out of the door.

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Zayn's POV

'Hm. Wow. That was unexpected. I knew she would have to go but not in this much I a hurry. I wonder that the douche what's with her now. He doesn't deserve her one bit. It's a shame.'

I think to myself, finishing up my coffee.

'Such a damn shame that good people always get matched up with the bad people.' I shake my head at the thought and leave a tip as I walk out of the door.

It's rainy out as usual in London. The band is here just on rest for a couple months. 7 to be exact.

With all this new found time I need to find a muse for a painting I'm working on or sculpture or what ever the muse points me too.

Trust me I'm no Picasso but I'm half decent, I guess.

A mega superstar roaming the streets of London.

You would expect to me noticed by someone. Not that I'm complaining. This is nice. Really calm.

I walk up to our doorstep and immediately hear screaming.

I open the door and see 4/5 laying on the floor clutching the remote. I pick the remote out of their needy little (in one case rather large) hands. Plop myself on the couch and watch to quality spongebob . Louis pouts, Harry picks at his new phone case, Liam lays down, and Niall sits on the floor stuffing stick after stick of gum into his mouth. I don't bother asking and enjoy the show.

Hours later of mindless cartoons I head to bed and Niall lays there with a huge bubble in his hands and he looks like a proud papa.

"And it is born" He utters.

Awh the kid has some serious issues and the brain age of 5-13 depending on his mood.

I chuckle and lay down. Feeling sleep creep it's way into my mind and within seconds I'm out like a light.