Save You Tonight (A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Chpater 7

Alex's POV

Four days later, I was back at home. The boys had talked to their managers and convinced them to let them stay in town for a couple extra days. I told them over and over again that I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself, but they ignored me.

Part of me was really relieved they were staying though. I meant it when I said I could take a care of myself, that wasn't a problem. But I was a wreck. Being without Conner was harder than it should have been. Most of me was relieved he was gone and I wouldn't have to be afraid of doing something that would upset him. I wouldn't half to sit in the bathroom for an hour everyday trying to cover up cuts and bruises anymore. I wouldn't have to worry about him being in a bad mood when one of us would get home for work. I wouldn't have to worry about him cheating on me. But there was still that small part of me that missed him.

I know that probably sounds silly. Why would I miss the boy that's abused me for almost two years, right? That's not the part of him I missed though. Despite everything, I loved Conner. I was terrified of him, but I loved him. I didn't miss him, but I did. I don't quite know how to explain it.

Zayn stayed with me every night since I came home. The other boys would come over during the day to hang out with us or bring us food and such. Sometimes they offered to take Zayn's place and stay with me for the night, but Zayn refused. He'd stay and comfort me when I'd get upset. He'd help me get cleaned up, considering it was hard for me with a sprained ankle and broken ribs. He'd wash my hair and back for me, wrap me up in a towel, and help me get dressed. There was nothing sexual or perverted about it either.

For some reason, Zayn's presence comforted me. We'd just sit there and talk about random things, or shut off all the lights, pop some popcorn, and watch cheesy horror movies. There was never any awkwardness or uncomfortableness with us.

"I have to leave soon." Zayn said, sitting next to me on the couch where I was watching Donnie Darko.

"Oh yeah..." I mumbled, remembering that he had to return to their world tour. I'd always find myself forgetting that he was famous.

"I don't want to leave." he sighed.

"When do you have to go?" I asked.

"Saturday."

"That's only two days from now."

"I know." he sighed, running his hands through his hair. He didn't have it styled in his usually quiff. Personally, I don't why he always styled it. Yeah, he looked hot with it styled, but he looked just as good with it down and messy.

"I don't want you to go.." I admitted in a whisper. He looked at me and I could see it in his eyes that he was upset by all of this.

"I don't want to leave you here by yourself. I wanna stay with you and make sure you're gonna be alright. And what if he comes back? I wanna be here to keep you safe."

"You don't have to worry about me." I said.

"Yes I do. You're my friend now. And as your friend, it's my job to worry about you."

"It's just not necessary. You've done so much for me already. So have the guys. I appreciate it so much. I don't want you to leave, but I really am going to be fine."

He stared at me with an expression that I couldn't quite read.

"Let's just not talk about this right now. Please? I mean, there's nothing to even talk about anyways. You're leaving and you're going to have fun and you're not going to sit around and worry about me. Okay?"