Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)

No More Hiding

  My mum comes into room, sometimes she brings me food but I ignore it. I just want to be left alone and she does not bother me otherwise than leaving the tray of food on my bedside table.

    I lay curled up in a ball on my bed. I don’t know how much time passes even though I have the skylight to tell time now I just don’t care.

    It has been 13 years since Zachary and I traded bracelets though the pain makes it seem like it was yesterday. Now his bracelet feels like it weighs a million pounds but I will never take it off. I would rather live with the painful memory than ever forget my brother.

    “How long has she been like this?” I hear Bree ask.

    “She has been like this all day but she has been like this every year since the divorce.” My mum answers.

    “Why not have Zachary talk with her?” I hear Paige ask. “I can call him right now.”

    “It is no use dear,” my mum answers. “I tried calling earlier but his father picked up and said that he was sick in bed. Come on I will make some tea for you two.”

    I hear their footsteps walking away and I bury myself into my pillow.

    The next thing I know I hear my mum shouting. I open my eyes to find that I fell asleep. I don’t hear anything, I guess that my mum’s shouting was just a dream of a memory. She and my father always had fights before the divorce was final.

    I feel hungry and I debate about going downstairs and finding something to eat, I notice that my mum took away the last tray she brought me. The only thing is that I don’t want to talk to anyone and I’m not sure if Paige and Bree are still here.

    I hear footsteps and I pull my blanket around me to try to hide even though anyone can tell that I am there. Whoever it is ignores my message that I want to be left alone. I feel the bed shift as they put their weight on the bed.

    Strong arms wrap around me and pull me into a man’s chest. I rip the covers off of me to tell Brad that I just want to be by myself. My mouth dries out as I stare into eyes a different shade of brown than I expected and I can’t seem to form any words.

    I lean over and my lips find Zayn’s. All my pain, everything seems to melt away except for the two of us. I feel like I am floating away with Zayn as my anchor. My hunger is replaced with something besides a want for food.

    Zayn wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to him. I respond by wrapping my arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. His hands pull up my shirt a little and I can feel his fingertips brushing my stomach.

    I break the kiss and tell him the decision that I have been holding onto for the past two days.

    “Zayn I love you, I want to be with you and only you forever.”

    “La La, I have loved you since I first met you. My heart has belonged to you since then and it belongs to you until the end of time.”

    I hear something clatter in my doorway and I turn to see Lori. Her violet eyes are wide and I can tell that she is about to cry. She turns and runs away when she sees that I notice her.

    I look over at Zayn and he has a look of indifference on his face.

    “Well I guess that it is over between me and her now. I should go talk with her.” He says shifting his weight to stand up. I put my hand on his chest stopping him.

    “I think that I should talk with her,” I say looking into his chocolate puppy dog eyes. I can see the compassion in them and I have the feeling that he feels just as bad as I do but I want to be the one to talk with Lori.