Locked With Him

Day Nine

Tuesday...

That means English. That means sitting in front of Zayn. That means feeling uncomfortable. That means... Ugh..

I check my outfit one more time before I walk into the school. I don't want that incident on Friday to happen again. Suddenly Eleanor comes running towards me, a panicked expression on her face.

'Wow, El, what happened?' I ask concerned.

'Perrie, you have to come!' She says hastily, heavy breathing. She pulls my arm.

'Okay, okay! I'm coming!' I say. She drags me through an huge crowd and then I finally get to see the scene.

Niall and Zayn have a fight. A real fight. Niall's face is bleeding, and Zayn's nose too. Zayn's fists punch Niall multiple times. I can't take it any longer. This has to stop. I don't want Niall to get hurt. I look around. Everyone's watching, but none of them is doing something. I run towards Zayn, who's hovering over Niall now.

'Stop it! Now!' I yell and pull Zayn's arm. Everyone holds their breath, I hear some gasps. Zayn turns his head to look at me. Niall looks at me in disbelief. Zayn steps off him and I see Leigh Anne quickly rushing over to him, helping him up. They walk to the cafeteria restrooms.

I look around, seeing Zayn leaning against he wall, balled fists and jaw clenched. The people start to walk away slowly until Zayn, Eleanor, me and a few people are left.

'Perrie, you should clean him up.' Eleanor whispers.

'What, why?' I ask.

'Well, everyone knows you'd do it anyway. You don't like watching people get or are hurt.' She says, 'Not even him.' She whispers. I sigh.

'Fine.' I sigh and Eleanor smiles, walking off. I walk to Zayn and grab his arm, pulling him into the nearest restroom. Luckily there's no one inside.

'What are you doing?' He asks, when I turn on the water.

'I'm cleaning you up. Or do you like the blood on you face?' I ask. He rolls his eyes.

'Why are you helping me?' He asks.

'I'm not helping you.' I deny.

'It looks like your helping me.' He says.

'Well, I'm helping you because I can't bare if someone's hurt.' I tell him.

'Ah, there's the sweetness.' He smirks.

'Can you shut up? Please?' I ask him. He chuckles, but doesn't say anything. I grab a washcloth and dab it softly against his lip and nose. When I'm dabbing his cheek, it seems to hurt him, because he's squeezing my arm, telling me to stop.

'It's almost ready. Don't be such a baby.' I say. I stand up again, washing the blood out the cloth and sit down next to him again. I start dabbing again and he grabs my arm again.

'Really? I expected you could handle more.' I exclaim.

'I can! I just... I need something to steady on...' He lies. I raise my eyebrow again and chuckle. He stands up and leans against the wall, shaking his head lightly. I stand up too. 

'You're just weak.' I say. Suddenly he grabs my wrists and pins me against the wall. He holds my arms above my head, looking in my eyes firmly.

'Weak huh? I think you are the one who's weak.' He smirks.

'I'm weak?! You just...' I trail off. My eyes start to water, 'You just don't know me. You don't know anything, Zayn.' A single tear escapes my eye. 'You're just a stupid guy who thinks... What did you even think? You-...'