Zayn Malik Fanfic: Fall for you

Chapter Eighteen:

Scarlett

I entered my room and lightly closed the door behind me. As I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and sipped from it, my phone vibrated loudly in my bag, the lcd screen lighting up with the caller id showing. It read ‘Lola.’

‘Hello?’ I answered

‘Hey babe! Congrats on finishing the July issue.’

‘Thank you! It didn’t take as long as I expected with a bit of help from you and Zayn of course.’

‘Anytime! Oh that’s a bit cute, getting your boyfy to do your homework for you?’ She said with stifled giggles on the other end.

‘Shut up Lola. I’ve got to go, but I’ll speak to you soon. Bye’ I said with a laugh.

As I approached the window I peered down to Zayn’s usual spot, where he’d wait for me to give him a wave and then be on his way. My eyes widened as I saw a limp body lying on the pavement, with two men surrounding it continuously kicking and punching it. Only one word flowed through my head: Zayn. I dropped my glass, the water spilled out of it onto the carpet. I ran towards the door, opening it eagerly and shutting it loudly behind me. I sprinted down the hall as fast as my legs could take me and as I did I nearly knocked over the cleaner. I reached the elevator and clicked the button with a hard force, at least 10 times. When the elevator doors slid open, I gushed in and pressed ‘ground level.’ I waited impatiently with too many thoughts in my head to process. Suddenly I had a slight idea, I’d put the phone up to my ear and pretend I was on the phone to the police. I mean because if I actually had’ve called them, it’d be bad publicity for Zayn. ‘Ground Level’ The computerized voice blurted at me. I picked up my pace again and headed towards the exit. Everything was happening so fast but it was as if everything around me was in slow motion. As I reached the exit, I ran down the stairs and around the building to where Zayn’s body was lying.

‘STOP!’ I screamed as I neared the two men.

The two men stopped and turned towards my shrill voice.

My eyes stared in disbelief when I saw who it was. I almost dropped the phone from my ear and I felt weak. How could I forget that over grown stubble on his chin, his harsh facial features, gruff tone and breath that smelt of stale alcohol. It was the man that tried to force himself onto me at the club. The man saw my face, shocked realizing I’d recognized him.

‘Let’s get out of here!’ The other man said, dragging him away and scampering into the dark streets of the night.

I ran over to Zayn’s unconscious body. Tears welled up in my eyes.

‘Zayn..’ I whispered. I was lost for words. I searched his face for any sort of movement. Blood was smeared everywhere, on his bottom lip, his nose and his cheek bones resembled a dark purple colour, obviously bruised. Zayn groaned with pain.

‘Scar?’ He breathed opening one of his eyes, to ensure it had been me.

‘Yes Zayn, it’s me.’ I said, as tears spilled out of my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. I sat on the concrete next to him, my knees pressed up against my chest, my hand holding his tightly.

‘Sh, don’t cry.’ He said quietly.

‘I’m so sorry Zayn.’ I said with sympathy between sobs. My head dropped into my hands, crying harder than ever.

‘C’mon, lets get you cleaned up.’ I offered as I grabbed his arm, put it around my neck and slowly got him up and limped back to my room. Receptionists gave us odd looks, but I simply ignored them. I opened the door and helped Zayn onto the bed, placing a pillow under his neck to support his head. I grabbed him a glass of water and a damp face washer.

‘Drink up babe.’ I said, slowly bringing the glass of water to his lips, as he took small sips.

‘Thank you Scar.’

I started to press the facewasher lightly over the cuts on his face and wiping the blood off of his skin.

‘Don’t thank me Zayn, I got you into this mess.’

I said whilst looking down, tears started to form my eyes and that familiar dry lump starting to form in my throat once again as I tried to swallow my emotions.

‘Hey, it’s not your fault.’ He said raising his arm, squinting his eyes obviously in pain and lifting my chin up with his delicate fingers.

‘It is, if I had’ve just taken the consequences instead of getting your help you wouldn’t be in this state.’

‘Scar, don’t you ever say that. It was my choice to help you, and I would make that same choice 100 times if I had to, I wouldn’t let anyone lay a finger on you.’

A smile crept onto my lips, letting a small tear drop from my eye and make it’s way down my cheek.

He placed his palm on my cheek and wiped away the tear with his thumb. I kissed his gently on the lips, before getting up to grab an ice pack. I slowly helped him lift up his shirt and placed the ice pack on this ribs, which were now a raw shade of dark blue and black.

‘Who can I call?’ I asked Zayn.

‘Well, definitely not management. They’d kill me.’ I felt very guilty at his words, he obviously realized as he quickly tried to change the subject.

‘Erm, Louis’ mum is a nurse. Call Louis.’ He said.

Louis and his mum soon arrived. I embraced them both in a hug and briefly explained what had happened and Louis’ mum then went in to examine Zayn.

‘I feel as if it’s all my fault Louis.’ I said, dropping my head down to my hands.

‘Hey, don’t. I know Zayn would’ve preferred to help you out and turn out the way he is now, compared to what could’ve happened to you!’ He said as he sat beside me and stroked me back.

Louis’ mum walked back in.

‘Good news, there’s nothing too major. Just a bunch of bumps, bruises and scratches. Although, his ribs are pretty badly bruised, so he just needs rest for the next couple of days and after that he should be fine.’ She said, with a smile upon her face. I hugged them both, thanked them and saw them both off. I walked in holding a glass of water, to find Zayn lying in the bed, looking exhausted and sore. He looked up and gave me a half smile.

‘Rest up babe.’ I said as I placed the glass on the bed side table beside him.

I sat on the edge of the bed, he slowly curled his arm around my back. I kissed him on the cheek before proceeding onto the other side of the bed. I was afraid I’d hurt him by touching him, so I kept my distance.

‘Come here babe.’ He whispered, motioning me to push up closer to his side. I placed my head on the pillow beside his shoulder, and positioned my hand on his chest. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me forehead before drifting off into a deep sleep.