I'm A Mess // Z.M. (Short Story)

O2.

See the flames inside my eyes

It turns so bright, I wanna feel your love, no

Easy, baby, maybe I’m a liar

But for tonight I wanna fall in love

And put your faith in my stomach

 

Zayn was never loved enough. People loved him for being perfect, for being stunning, for being so much more than everyone. But anyone ever loved him for the real him. Almost anyone knew the real him. As so, he never loved anyone enough. He loved people for them being there for the brief moment. And after that, he didn’t love them anymore. Except for her.

Claire was the only thing that kept stable in his life for a little while. Then for a while longer. And longer. He didn’t know if that was good or if that was bad. This thing he feels for her is so out of the ordinary. Is so out of what he's used, out of his limits. Of his comfort zone. And weirdly, he felt so comfortable with her.

She, on the other hand, knew so well how that was. She never had felt it before, not in that intensity. But she had cared for someone before. Everything in her life always remained stable, but Zayn. He was the only up and down in her life. He was the one that made her feel happy and giggle all day, and in minutes, make her whole world fall apart, and still she felt like holding her world in her hand, and his in the other. She always managed to keep both up.

She didn’t bother.

Her friends did. Zayn was bad for her, as they said. Zayn was crap, was a bag full of shit that would suck the happiness out of her if she kept wasting her time on putting her faith on him.

But they didn’t get it. They didn’t get them. She liked the mess that he was. She liked the mess he made. It hurts, but she liked it. Not because she was a masochist or anything. But because he showed her she was still alive and that he was still there. That after all, he would always come back to her arms. He would always be there. He was still there. That’s all she needed.