Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 9

AN: Hi? Uh, I have the most lame excuse for not updating. I kind of think no one likes this anyway. But I guess 5 or more are interested. Though I have urges to delete this or put this on hold, I'll do it. It's in Zayn's POV. I know most of the chapters are short and boring so my apologies. So here's something to make up for it from all the time I have wasted and not updated. Oh and I finally reached 1000+ words. Yet again. I don't really reach over 2000. Hopefully this chapter is enough.

- A

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Zayn's POV

"Bye, Zayn! " I waved at them goodbye, smiling. I let my feet take me along the sidewalk as I put my hands into my pockets, since I felt them turn cold. It was dead silent, though. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and cautious, afraid that something bad might happen. The wind whistled creepily while my footsteps seemed to echo throughout each and every inch of the town, like I was the only one who ever existed. I knew I shouldn't have stayed longer, but Louis begged me to and I eventually gave in, and now I regret my decision- because I was starting to get paranoid with each step I took, walking closer and closer to a dark alley way.

I couldn't stop myself, because before I even knew what I was doing, my curiousity beat me to it and I slowly walked towards the darkness, until I was almost nonexistent.

I shuddered, feeling as if I was in a horror movie where some crazy killer would pop up and try to kill me. But all my worried thoughts seemed to fade away when I suddenly hear loud and broken sobs, dominating the silence there once was.

"Hello? "

The sobs stop. Silence. No response. I tried again,

"Hello? Is anyone there? " I could hear uneasy breathing and silent sniffles which I thought was only a few steps away from me. So I walk, until I finally stumble across some familiar set of curls, and the black leather jacket that I always despised because of the person who wore it.

"Edward? "

"Edward? Is that you? " I could still see him curled up in a corner and he was shaking and biting his lip. He looked like he was about to break. He looked...

Vulnerable.

"Styles? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at a party or something. " I said, raising an eyebrow, ignoring a voice at the back of my head, telling me to stop acting like a stuck up douche.

"W - why would I be a - at a p - party? " That was the first thing he said. His voice was trembling and anyone could tell he was trying to stop himself from crying from miles away. I didn't understand why he was, though. For some reason, my curiousity grew even more. Even if I felt worried. About him. And about how he looked so damaged. Almost like he was...

Broken.

"You're Edward Styles! The bad boy! Of course everyone would think you'd be at a party! Aren't you always? You'd always get any girl you want. " Saying that made me cringe a little.

Stop being an asshole.

"Of course... Of course you'd think that.. just like everyone else... " He said bluntly, then paused. "Why do you all always just think I'd do that? I mean I am a bitch in general but, r - really? " His voice cracked at the end, making me feel guilty. I felt bad. Seeing him so small, and so fragile, many people would want to see the state he's in, yet I get a chance to. And it was like I wasn't there. Like I didn't hate him. Like we didn't despise each other in the first place.

"I - is that what people think of me? That I'm some manwhore who fucks any girl he sees? That I'm a stupid party animal who doesn't care about anything but parties and fucking some slutty whores? " Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. He was the one who was sobbing. It suprised me to see one of the most popular guys, here in some dark and dangerous alley, where some pervs might be, while crying and sobbing in the middle of the night. "Y - yeah..."

"Well then... Tell everyone that they're wrong. They're some stupid people to think that.. god, I'm so fucking tired of this... " I felt my eyebrows knitting together while he said that. He never fails to suprise me.

"Why are you here anyway?" I decided to change the subject and ask. "None of your business, Malik... " He grumbled.

"At least I'm not here crying like some little bitch.. " The expression on his face turned into something else. What looked like someone had hit him hard. "I - I know. " A tear fell from his eyes, cascading down his pale face.

Then, he was sobbing yet again. My heart broke right then and there. I didn't know what made me do what I did, but there was something in me that wanted to just hug and cradle the boy in my arms. Like he was the most delicate and precious thing in the world. So I did. My arm wrapped around his waist, and my other free one petting his curls. "Shh.. " I rocked him back and forth.

Moments later, all I heard was soft sniffles and several, wet, warm tears landed on my shoulder. He didn't question me as to why I did it. I was relieved, because I didn't know why I did it myself. But it was like an instinct I always had. We stood there, me holding him, as I listened to his light breathing. His eyes closed and his lips parted. He looked beautiful. We were still in the dark, but I didn't know where he lived. I also didn't want to leave him there. So I still had him in my arms, carrying him bridal style, and I started to go to my house. As I finally arrived, I quickly went to my room, laying him down, combing through his hair.

Today was different... In a good way. And in some way, it didn't bother me that I did all those things for him. That I comforted him while whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he fell asleep. All I knew, was that I didn't regret ever stumbling upon him, looking fragile and broken. He needed someone, and if I needed to be that person, then I wouldn't mind. I quickly change him into one of my t-shirts and some sweatpants, tucking him into the soft covers.

I guess I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight.

To Be Continued ...

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