Dealing - zayn malik / 1d

August 13th - Part 2

August 13th…. again

I can't believe Louis is here. I can't believe he found me. Yeah I told him I was in New Orleans but I didn't tell him where. I should've known he'd find me though… plus my car is parked in the driveway. There aren't that many 1971 Plymouth Hemi-Cuda's in the world even fewer in New Orleans.

That's what gave me away. The car. I knew I should've pulled it into the garage when I got home but I was just too lazy to do it yesterday. Figures, the one time I decide to get lazy.

Louis is asleep.

I don't know what he was thinking coming here. He didn't tell anyone, not even Eleanor! He just got on a plane and showed up on my doorstep. They still don't know where he is.

If I were one of them I'd kick his ass. Hell Eleanor is likely to kill him then me.

He totally ruined today for me.

Oh, who am I kidding. He made my day. I've never been so happy to see someone in my life. Once I got over the initial shock of him being here I swear I hugged him for a good ten minutes, only letting go when he started coughing.

I may be a girl but I've got a hell of a grip. Anyway, he made me get dressed and took me out to eat and I got that Hurricane I wanted so badly. Didn't phase me one bit though. Who'd a thunk… I can hold my liquor.

Man he's nothing but a big teddy bear. He jumped all over me for opening the door without asking who it was or looking out the peep hole. I don't have a peep hole how can I look out? I'm not even going to go into the lecture he gave me on all the weirdos that live here. I grew up here. I know about the freaks.

When we got back from eating we sat in the living room and talked about everything that was going on at the house. Sophia apparently is getting more maternal than any of them can handle. Louis blames her for his being here. He ran away. Harry and Eleanor are actually getting along pretty well, which is a miracle. Not that they don't love each other but there's a thin line between love and hate and sometimes with those two it's hard to tell which side of the line they're on. They give new meaning to sibling rivalry and they aren't even blood related.

He didn't want to talk about Zayn. I could tell, I'm not even sure I did but I finally got the nerve to ask.

After a long silence Louis looked up at me, his eyes having lost the sparkle that was there just moments before. "He's in hell Frank. First Niall dies. Now you've left. His world's falling apart on him."

It stung to hear those words come out of Louis' mouth. They weren't harsh, he didn't mean for them to hurt, he was just telling it like it is. Zayn's his friend too. He's the one that's sitting there watching the hell that Zayn is going through and I've run off like Zayn's grief is an inconvenience to my happiness.

Well it is. Damn me and my selfishness but it is. I don't intend to be this way but I've spent nearly my entire life in hell. Watching my mother get abused my step-father then take his shots at me, I never thought I'd be happy.

And then I met Zayn and everything changed. Everything in my life that hurt me and jaded me disappeared and I took a chance. I knew there was a possibility I'd get hurt. That's what happens to me, I always get hurt. But it didn't happen.

Not until Niall.

But the only reason I got hurt was because I let myself get hurt. I took Zayn's grief and turned it into my hurt. I took his pain as a weapon against me. That's not what it is. I know that, but I can't face the truth right now until I know Zayn can.

I know I'm a horrible person for this, but I can't watch Zayn hurt. It hurts me. I can't sit there and watch him be a victim to himself.

Louis watched me for a few minutes then stood and kissed my forehead. Not bothering to ask if he could stay, he knew he could, he grabbed his bag and walked up the stairs. I sat in the living room a long time after he'd gone to bed.

I'm not going to work tomorrow… it's Saturday, luckily they have no need for me. I'm going to spend the day with Louis. I'm not exactly sure what that will entail but I have a feeling it's going to be a long day.

Maybe by the end of the day my pride will falter and I'll pick up the phone…

… cursing my stubbornness…

Frankie