Love at Fifth Sight

Chapter 48

With Zayn

As Zayn walked to a bar about a block away from pier he felt his phone vibrate. He'd gotten a call, along with a voicemail, threatening to expose his nudes, he dismissed it. He really didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. He had reached his lowest point in his life. He used to be one of the biggest names out there. Zayn Malik, bad boy of One Direction. Now he was just a rich hobo that no one talked to. That no one wanted to talk to. Someone who's family couldn't even take his non-sense anymore.

I need a drink and fast, he thought to himself.

He speed walked to the bar near the pier. He had decided to try a different bar than his usual near his house. The pier had always calmed him as a child. So tonight he wasn't gonna drink as much as he could, he was gonna order one beer, sit on the pier, and smoke. Nothing too serious tonight.

What if the boys see me? That call did tell them to go to the pier. Eh. Who cares," thought as he entered the bar.

As soon as he stepped foot inside the bar everyone looked at him. He walked to a bar stool. He heard people whisper as he walked by. When he sat down, the bartender approached him.

"What'll it be?"

"One beer, to go, I have to be somewhere," he replied.

"Got it," he bartender said as he went to the back.

As Zayn waited someone approached him.

"Your the guy from that boy band right?"

"Yeah," Zayn said loosely as he rolled his eyes.

"Man you fucked up," the stranger said with a laugh.

"Can we not talk about that," Zayn said staring at the countertop.

"I'm serious. I mean just lookin at you."

"I said to stop talking about it," Zayn said as he got up and pushed the guy.

"Maybe I don't want to!" The guy yelled pushing Zayn back.

Seemingly, out of nowhere, Zayn punched the guy in the jaw. Right then the guys friends came and held Zayn back. The guy got up off the floor and cracked his knuckles.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he said as he proceeded to punch Zayn anywhere that he could. Next thing you know it was an all out beat down.

Zayn coughed out blood, as a black eye formed on his face. Then the bartender came back in and the men dropped him. He fell onto the floor and coughed up more blood.

"What the hell happened?!"

"This little prick punched me out of no where! I was just defending myself!"

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," the bartender said.

Zayn couldn't get up.

"We've got this," the low downs said as they picked Zayn up and literally threw him out the door! Zayn laid in the street for about 3 minutes before he mustered up enough strength to slowly crawl into an alleyway and lean up against the wall. He put his head up against it and wiped the blood from his mouth. He started to laugh quietly. It slowly turned into pained cries.

" Idon't even care. I just don't care..." He said as he picked up a piece of glass and rolled up his sleeves.

He heard footsteps running, but thought nothing of it, thinking it was just a random night jogger. He brought the glass to his wrist. Right before he was about to drag it across, someone slapped the glass out of his hand. He looked up ready to yell at this random, but when he looked up he saw those eyes, and just the overall face that he had least expected to see.