Fix You (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Chapter 2 FYZM

-Skylar-

Sometimes, life isn't fair. But what I don't get is, everyone else around me seems to be living in great wealthy lives. They don't care about Love, and they don't tend to even bother to think about it. So why do I?

Why do I do the most rubbish things, like not getting over the one boy that broke my heart? Isn't it easy? In all the fairy tales I watch, or listen to, there's always a happy ending.

Snow white-She was snogged back to life by the boy she was in love with- her prince charming.

Cinderella-She lived terribly, but her prince swept her off her feet, showing her dreams do come true.

Belle-Belle fell in love with an ugly, utter hideous beast, showing us all that it doesn't matter what your prince looks like, it matters how he makes you feel.

It's all different, You know? All the fairy tales?

And the worst part is, they always end happily. Mine ended horribly, over a stupid phone call, telling me that it wasn't going to work. I wanted to have a Cinderella story. I wanted to feel the 'Sparks' and 'Butterflies' she felt when she kissed prince charming. And I did. I felt that way with Zayn Malik. I thought I could actually get over the fact that I was in love with him. So why, right here, am I stuttering on my own words, hoping for noise to atleast make a sound out my mouth, while Zayn Malik is standing right infront of me? Why can't I let it go? Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm completely utter ridiculously in love with the boy who broke my heart. Doesn't it hurt him like it hurts me? Doesn't he know how much impact he put on my life, just by saying those few little words, building back up my wall again, scared of what would happen if I let a boy get to close? It hurts. It really does.. I'm torn.

"Ello, Love! You must be Skylar Bennett, Am I right?" A boy with tousled hair asked, I believe his name was Louis. His bright red suspenders were brightening his whole appearance, making his outfit full of stripes stand out. His blue eyes had a tint of grey in them, making them so easy to get trapped in, while his lips were curved into a small grin.

"The one and only," I smirked, trying so hard to not let my gaze fall on Zayn, trying so hard not to break down. I bit down on my lip, trying to block out the awkwardness that was about to come, while my stomach churned in worry..

"It's nice to meet such a fabulous singer and actress like you," A blonde boy butted in, lending out his hand while the grin plastered in his lips brightened up the mood around us. Press were watching us, hoping for some juicy gossip about 'Skylar Bennett, hating on 1D'. The blondes eyes were Chrystal blue, almost more mesmerizing then Louis' who seemed interested in the group of girls holding a large pile of carrots in their hands. I couldn't help but notice that the blonde had an Irish accent, making my heart flutter at the slight cuteness that attracted me.

"The pleasures all mine," I lied through my teeth, biting my tongue and tasting the raw liquid of blood, dripping from my tongue like venom.

"I'm Harry, it's an honor to finally meet you!" The curly haired boy winked, sending shivers down my back at the thought of getting winked at. His curls were tousled, and his emerald green eyes were attracting me to him, but most likely, I was trying not to roll my eyes at the cheekiness that was written all over his soft features on his face.

"It's great to meet you too," I replied, carefully watching my reactions towards the curly haired boy.

Its not that I don't like the boys in the band, it's the fact that He's in here, and the fact that after he broke my heart, he became famous. It's like he's saying "Yeah, I just became famous after breaking up with you. Because it was the best choice in my life." it irks me..

"I'm Liam. It's a great experience to finally meet you. We're huge fans," Liam grinned, shaking my hand gently, before moving aside beside Louis. I smiled in response, not bothering to awnser, because I wouldve came up with some rubbish response like "Yeah, I wish I could say the same". I'm not a huge fan of theirs.. It's all because of him..

"I'm Zayn." the all to familiar face approached me, smiling small from the large gap of distance between us. I could feel my heart jump into my throat, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach, reminding me of what he did to me.. Leaving me broken for the days that passed, and the days that approached. Leaving me torn and leaving me in tears. Leaving me wondering about all those years..all those years that we spent together, living our love story like it was unique and we would never love again. All the memories of what he said to me, filled my mind with cursing words that I couldn't contain. Leaving my heart shattered somewhere, not bothering to look for it, just so I could be hurt again.

It actually kills me.. Its killing me slowly, leaving me wondering about what I did wrong for him to take such a curve turn in our relationship, and leave if ending like it was nothing..

•Flashback•

"ZAYN! I miss you so much!" I screamed into the phone, excitement rushing through my veins, ready to talk to the boy I havent talked to in 3 weeks.

"Hi, Love." he sounded, his voice covered in guilt and sincere and may I add, a bit sadness.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, my lips curving into a small frown.

"What's wrong, Zayn?" I asked, muffling noises sounding from the speakers in my phone.

"Nothing, Baby. How's Bradford. I miss it," he replied, sounding a bit off, and unbelievable.

"It's fine, nothing new. Just school, homework, party's, like usual." I continued, my frown plastered in my lips, wondering why he wasn't himself. I heard the distant sounds of whispers in the background, sounding like a grown man. I believe his loud whispers were suing something like; "Just do it, you will never become famous if your not available!". I choked on the spit that was in my throat, not wanting to believe what I was hearing, and blocking out the replying whispers of Zayn.

"Babe, I need to tell you something," he said, bringing me to thought as if he was actually going to do this..

"What?" I asked, sounding a bit off myself.

"Listen, Sky. Im becoming a bit more popular, right?" he responded with a question I wasn't wanting to awnser. Truth is, he is becoming popular, but I never thought of the fact that it would actually come between us..

"Yes," I awnsered, question dripping in my voice.

"Well," he started, his voice cracking with every word he spoke, mailing my breath hitch and my heart crack at the sadness in his voice.

"Skylar, itself can't do this anymore.. It's over." he replied, sadness lurking somewhere in his voice. My heart immediately shattered, my breathing was hitched, and I felt my stomach jump to my throat, hearing the distant beeping sound, signaling Zayn hung up. Leaving me broken, leaving me torn, leaving me hurt, leaving me heartbroken, leaving me wondering what I did..

•End of flashback•

"I know who you are," I glared, sensing the weird looks that people and press were giving me.. Zayn didn't look taken a back my action, instead, he stood there with an expressionless face, and as still as a rock.

I rolled my eyes, and in one swift movement, I turned on my heel and walked inside the stadium, leaving One Direction stand there, not knowing what was going on..

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