Flying ~ A 1D Fanfiction {Ziam!}

Chapter 7 ~ White Shades

Oh.My.Gawsh.

460+ reads?! That’s, like, double the amount from last chapter! YOU GUISE! You’re too sweet. ;u;

OHMAIFRICKINGGAWD 700+ READS?! You guys are gonna be the death of me. ☠dead☠

Over. 1,000. Reads. Asdflkjdsaiowe;fiaso;jfasio;fjiasofjiaso;fjdasio;fjieaso;

I might be unable to write more chapters due to the fact that this has gotten 1700+ reads… -totally fangirls, squeals and flails around-

Welp, here’s a new chapter, so I’m gonna let you read it now. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. :3 see ya at the bottom!

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Zayn’s POV:

                I groan as a body is flung at me as soon as I open the door. Honestly? I mean, c’mon. I’m in the house for less than a second, and bam! I get slammed to the ground. I open my eyes and see Delilah’s hazel eyes full of worry. “Hey there Delilah,” I sing, laughing a little. She widens her eyes. “This isn’t funny!” She yells. I wince. Harry comes running over. “Are you okay? What’s wrong? How did this happen?” I yawn. “First things first, let me get a sandwich,” I grumble. They obediently scramble back to the couch to watch my every move. I get up, groan a little, and stretch. I walk confidently to the kitchen, knowing they’re spying on me. I get the bread and turkey. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I announce. They all blush and turn away. I spread the last of the mayo, plop a little tomato and smash the other piece of bread on top. I bring it into the living room on a paper plate. “Vas Happenin’?” I ask, trying to sound cheery. They’re not impressed. “Zayn, tell us what happened,” Liam asks, concern filling his beautiful eyes. I take a deep breath before beginning my tale.

~*Flashback*~

                I climbed up to the top of the hill at a park. It was quiet, cloudy and breezy. I sit down and curl into a ball, crying. Liam will never like me back. I don’t even know why I try. I cry for about 5 more minutes before standing up. “I LOVE YOU!” I scream, just as I said I would. I wipe my tears and bring out my little compact mirror from my pocket. Nope, I look fine. On my way down, I see a bunch of thugs, some smoking. I give a nod of acknowledgement before ducking my head. “Hey! You’re that fag from that boyband, aren’t you?” The biggest one (probably the leader) exclaims. I shake my head, still avoiding eye contact. “Yes you are,” he accuses. “Grab him.” Soon, I’m being dragged by my arms into an alley. The first blow goes to my stomach. “That’s for being gay,” he spat. The next was to my cheek.This continues on for a while, all in different places. Finally, they spat on me one more time, called me insulting names, kicked me in the stomach, and left. I laid there and groaned, in pain. “Are you okay, dude?” a girl’s voice calls out. I lift my head to see a teenager standing there, her eyes full of concern. (Picture on side!) “Not really,” I call out weakly. She comes over. “Hey, I’m Lily. Listen, uh, how can I help?”

                I explained to her what happened, no matter the pain I was in. She called her brother to pick us up. She just held my hand. “I’m Zayn, by the way. Zayn Malik,” I laugh weakly. She tilts her head. “That sounds familiar… huh. Well, nice to meet you Zayn,” She responds cheerily. I’m surprised; she doesn’t know me. Guess she’s not a fan, but not a directionater, either. I yawn. “So how can I help?” She announces assertively. “Uh… I’ve got b-bruises pretty much everywhere, and uh… yeah. Could you, um… like, take me somewhere to get cleaned up?” I stutter, suddenly a bit shy. She laughs. “Sure, I’ll take you to the hospi-“ “NO!” I interrupt. “Not the hospital!” She stares at me like I’m crazy. “Fine, Mr. Tough Guy, where do you suggest we go?” I have an idea, but I don’t really wanna share it. “I don’t suppose your house is safe?” I offer.

                Soon, I’m lying on her couch, shirtless, eating soup while she’s putting ice packs on my bruises and Band-Aids on my wounds. Her face is beet-red, probably because I’m shirtless or something. Girls are weird when it comes to this sometimes. “Okay, done,” she announces, interrupting my thoughts. I yawn again and feel my eyes getting heavy. “Sleep,” she laughs lightly, rubbing my arm and walking away. The last thing I thought before closing my eyes was, “She’s pretty… but Liam’s better.”

~*Flashback Over*~

                I don’t tell them the whole story. I leave out the parts of why I went to the park and how I thought about Liam and stuff. Their eyes are wide. “We better call Simon,” Niall suggests. I sigh, not wanting to say anything quite yet. Liam’s still thinking; his eyebrows are scrunched together as cute as ever. “I think… that’s a great idea,” Louis mutters. Harry just nods. I turn to Delilah, who still has a look of shock. “Uh… Delilah?” I ask, kinda worried. She shakes her head a little. “I-I’m fine,” she mutters. I shrug. “Okay.”

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                Sorry guys! I tried my best to make it long, I really did! But I have had some really bad writer’s block lately. ;n;

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