Lovely » Zedward [Discontinued]

Chapter 30

So, I apologize if this chapter is horrible, because I am beginning to write again, and as I said before, when I stop doing things for a month or two, some of my abilities to do them, go down the drain. Hope it's okay though.

- I

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Edward was sitting on the bleachers quietly, when he let out a very manly squeal, suprised as strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist. "Hey, Angel..." Zayn said, kissing the back of Edward's neck, making the brunette smile at him.

"Hey.." Edward admitted that this, was all new to him. Even when he was known as the 'bad boy', who supposedly slept with a lot of girls, those rumours weren't true, unfortunately. Though he didn't have his innocence anymore, whatsoever. That saddened him, knowing that it wasn't Zayn who would take it away. For the past couple of days, Zayn was nothing but sweet and so good to him, walking him to his classes, accompanying him whenever school ended up to his house, just to make sure he was safe. Edward didn't know how or why he deserved him. The Bradford boy would always be understanding and patient with Edward, that he'd start crying because of how Zayn treated him like a precious gem he was.

"You alright, babe? You kind of zoned out.." Zayn sat beside his boyfriend, looking at him with worried eyes, and a concerned facial expression on his well sculpted face. "Yeah.. I'm fine.. I was just.. thinking, I guess.."

"About?" Zayn questioned, causing Edward to roll his eyes playfully. "Nothing.." but Zayn still wasn't convinced, so he decided to place a firm kiss on Edward's soft, pink lips, placing his hands at Edward curvy bottom. Zayn smirked when Edward gasped, and quickly slid his tongue into the lads mouth, which made him moan loudly in response.

"Woo! Get some, Malik!" Both of them pulled away as they heard that familiar voice with the strong, prominent, Irish accent.

Niall.

"Fuck off, Horan!"  Niall wasn't fazed by Zayn's complaint and continued to cheer them on. Edward felt his cheeks burn with embarassment, biting his lip to prevent himself from laughing. Needless to say, all three of them went inside, all having the same thoughts of wanting school to end.

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The fourteen year old yawned silently, stretching out his lanky limbs, hearing his own bones and muscles crack as he did so. The ground was uncomfortable that he only got four hours of sleep that night. Sitting up, he leans his body against the wall to stop himself from falling into the rough pavement.

When he had left, he didn't know where to go, so he chose to pick a random alley, and sleep there, because no one seemed to be out that night. He would've dreaded for that to happen. Again. Edward didn't get any sleep, nightmares still haunting his dreams.

He didn't know why he deserved to suffer everyday of his life, misery swallowing him little by little, and he could feel himself to start slipping away, his urge to give up, stronger than it was before. Nobody wanted him, he saw why though. He clearly didn't have any purpose, so why continue on living when you're going towards nowhere at all?

If he had the power to turn back time, and go back to the future, he would've done that already. Every minute, and every hour, Edward always wished he could take everything back. It would've been so different.

His family would've still loved him, and his mother would've still been alive if he wasn't so foolish, and selfish. It was wrong to like boys, he knew it was a sin, but his view on them still hadn't changed, even though he wanted it to, so badly.

Everything was going fine. His father still loved him, his parents weren't arguing with eachother, and most of all, he was still happy. But he just had to go and ruin it for himself; and for everybody else. "I'm so sorry, mum.." Edward cried, feeling hot m, wet tears falling down the corner of his eyes.

"I'm so sorry.."

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"Are you sure you're alright, baby? You look a bit.. pale. Let's just sit down for a moment then, yeah?" Edward nodded, struggling to form any words. There was a strong pang felt by him, heart clenching at the flashbacks of his miserable life. These memories drug him down, made him feel unsafe, and alarmed all the time. Those hands, they were still pressed against Edward's pale, torn skin, creating red lines and marks, whilst his familiar screams were just as loud and clear.

"Baby, please. You're not fine. What's wrong? You can talk to me, you know that, right" Zayn's heart broke at the sight of Edward, tears in his beautiful, green eyes, glimmering with pain and hurt, arms folded, as if it would protect him from any harm. Zayn pulled him into a warm, loving embrace, running a hand through his tangled mess of curls.

"Shh.."

" H - he's still there, Z - Zayn.. he's trying t - to.. p - please.. I can't.. I'm so sorry.. I'm so so sorry — " Edward disliked the way he was evidently broken, and he couldn't do anything about it. Why can't he just be happy? Why can't he just be free from all these demons inside of him?

They're tying him down, making him suffer by their hurtful words. They were whispering inside of his ear, telling him how weak he was, and how Zayn could do much much better.

Why can't he see how pathetic you are?

You don't deserve him.

You're disgusting.

Worthless shit.

Why is he still lying to you? He doesn't have feelings for you.

"M - make them stop.. please, Zayn, I'm begging you.. I just... Want them to stop." Zayn had brought them to a near bench, not letting go of the shaking boy in his arms. He held him tighter, positioning him in his lap. Zayn hated seeing Edward in such a state. His baby didn't deserve this. He deserved to be happy, and not only did it hurt Edward himself, but it pained Zayn to see him hurting, and at that moment, he couldn't do anything but try and calm him down.

"You'll be alright babe.." Zayn whispered softly into the boys' ear.

"You'll be alright..."

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