Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Chapter Three- Back To Strangers.

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

I almost started crying the moment he said those two words. I mean, when he jumped I thought it was a spur of the moment type thing. I couldn't imagine this boy wanted so desperately to end his life.

"Y-you don't mean that?" I stuttered out, gently taking his hand in mine.

"Why would I have said it if I didn't?" I was a little taken back by his response, but I didn't care, just squeezed his hand.

"How many times," I swallowed hard, "have you tried?" My voice was a whisper as I studied his face.

I watched his deep brown eyes study the ground and watched him swallow visibly, his adam's apple moving up and down as he did. He sighed and flipped his long curly hair only to have it fall on his face again.

"Three times." He whispered and I saw the tear slide gracefully down his face.

"Fuck." I whispered, dropping his hands and burying my face in mine. I didn't know what else to do besides cry. I had seen Liam in the halls at school, usually getting picked on or scurrying to class. I felt bad for him, he didn't have any friends and I had always wanted to do something for him. Of course I never did and I can't help but feel like a dick now knowing that he's suicidal and I probably could've prevented it.

Slowly I pulled my face from my hands and dried my tears, "Liam, I'm so sorr-"

"Don't." He cut me off and I watched him curiously, "don't apologize."

"Why not?" I challenged slightly, my confusion turning into anger. What's so wrong with apologizing?

"Because, you don't care. And yes, I know what you said early. But think about it Zayn, you didn't care about me till last night, what about tomorrow? And the next day? And a week from then? Then a month? A year? When does it end? Because it always ends and I refuse to be led along in your games before you to shove me off the cliff."

I was so taken back by his words I didn't even know he left till I heard the door shut and when I looked around, Liam was gone.

I slowly sauntered up to my room and layed down, feeling warm tears fall as my heart began breaking. I just let him walk away. I had him in my hands and he was gone.

If I'm honest I've always had a slight crush on Liam. The way he secluded himself and managed to deal with all the bullying. I mean, maybe not well he is suicidal, but he still tries. I probably would've given up by now too. I finally got the chance to help him, to fix him and I let him walk out the door.

'I'm such an idiot!' I thought to myself, wanting so badly to strike the wall. I didn't, because I'd wake my dad but I thought about it.

Suddenly my thoughts of Liam were snatched from me as I heard my bedroom door slam into the wall. With my eyes wide and mind racing I sat up and looked over as my dad stepped in.

"Yaser?" I whispered, 'fuck I didn't lock the door.'

"Just call me," he smirked, "daddy."

My eyes widened as I watched his pants hit the floor.

*Liam's P.O.V.*

I walked back home, watching the sun slowly sinking away from me, off to join the other ones who need it.

'Just like Zayn.' I thought to myself as I walked up my stairs. I knew my mom didn't care where I was all night, honestly she probably didn't notice. I was fine with that in all honestly.

I headed up my stairs and called out a lazy, "'m home." To anyone willing to listen. Of course there was no one.

I walked into room, shut the door, grabbed my blade and headed in for a shower.

I stepped out and toweled off, careful of my newly formed wounds. There was five more and I sighed, knowing I should really consider stopping. That definitely wasn't going to be easy and I chuckled at myself for even thinking of such a thing.

I threw on some shorts and jumped into my bed, feeling it shift under me. I slowly curled into a ball and cried.

I was so stupid, how dare I let my walls down for Zayn? He just gave me so much hope, it was like he actually cared. I hated it. He needs to stop and I need to stop falling for it. I've always had a crush on Zayn, on the way he carries himself, confident, cocky, but sweet and caring. He was so damn beautiful and I was helplessly in love with him. Was. Not anymore. Carefully I rebuilt my walls Zayn had been tugging at, 'don't let them fall this time.' I thought to myself as I hugged my pillow and cried myself to sleep.

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So yeah, there's chapter three! Haha!