This Is Us

Chapter 9

Alyssa' POV:

I felt someone pull my hand, I thought it was Zayn and allowed myself to get pulled along. Only after a few seconds did I see that the person pulling me was much taller than Zayn or even possibly Harry. The person had blond hair, as soon as I saw that head of blonde I knew who it was. It was Daniel. I tried to pull away but his grip only got stronger and tighter. I tried to scream for help but knew my attempts would be futile since the music was too loud. I tried to think of a reason as to why he was behind me again. I couldn't come up with any reason except that he was in love with someone and needed my advice, but then why me. Dammit, we were standing outside now. He was almost six feet four inches tall and his tall frame was towering above mine. We were standing in the secluded garden. I was breathing hard and sweating but the cold wind that was hitting the exposed skin of my back made me shiver. It was an unusual combination, sweating and shivering. I looked at him, he didn't look angry. Ironically he looked calm. We kept looking at each other and he suddenly stepped a step forward, I took a step back. I didn't know what was going to happen. My back hit a wall. I couldn't escape. I looked around to see if any stupid person was out in the garden.

Daniel stepped closer and now our bodies were touching. I could see my reflection in his eyes. They too had flecks of gold like Harry’s did, his however were scattered around his pupil while Harry’s looked like a carefully designed kaleidoscope. He placed his hand on my waist, I could somehow think up what was going to happen. He bent and then I heard Harry shout and Zayn was on top of Daniel. Thank the good lord. Zayn stood beside me and soon a punching fight began between Zayn and Daniel. Wow. I try to pull Zayn away from Daniel but he doesn't stop, he just keeps punching Daniel. I don't how to stop him so I just place my hands around his neck and kiss him, and the punch he was about to deliver to Daniel hits me in my stomach. I flinch and wince because of the pain and slowly Zayn’s eyes which are almost black are returning to their original colour. As soon as they are caramel, he lifts me in his arms and carries me outside. Far away from the party. He puts me down and doesn't look at me, his eyes are full of guilt for hitting me. I know that even though I can't see it.

I know he will drop me go home and just go back. But tonight I won't let him go, I am going to make him realize that I will allow myself to love him. Soon we reach Niall’s place. He is turning away, walking back to his place. I pull his hand and he turns around and for the first time after punching me he looks me in the eye. I look at him, and slowly pull him towards the door. His fingers are now roaming around on my wrist, at the exact same spot I had cut myself twice. He feels the skin around and returns back to scars, unlike others he does not question their existence. We reach up mine and Harry’s room. He doesn't talk nor does he seem to be fazed by the fact that Harry’s clothes are scattered everywhere. I look at his face for a trace of anger but there is none. I pull him further out towards the balcony and make him seat himself on the railing. I go and get some ice for his split lip and some bandage for his knuckles. I bandage him by standing between his legs and he just sits there. After I am done I place my fingers under his chin force him to look me in the eye. “Zayn whatever happened there wasn't your fault. And you didn't hit me on purpose.” “Alyssa, it is my mistake. I shouldnt have gone to get drinks and this wouldn't have happened. It’s getting late, I’ll leave now.” “Uh-huh. You aren't going anywhere tonight. You are going to sleep here and go change into Harry’s clothes.” A smirk is now plastered on his face. He snakes his arms around my waist and says, “As you say, love.” While he is changing I too go and change, I realize that I haven't picked up my laundry yet so I am left only with my shortest shorts and a camisole. Damn. I walk outside and see Zayn shirtless, wearing just sweatpants which hang dangerously how on his hips. Ugh. I go and lie down in bed when he joins me. I place my head in the crook of his arms and try to sleep.

But the fact that he didn't ask me about my scars keeps nagging me. I look up and see he is looking down at me and smiling. The kind of smile people in love have. I blush. “Zay, you touched my scars yet you don't want to know their story?” “No. That isn't the case. I want to know the story but feel that every person has their secrets and maybe your scars a result of your secrets. Am I right?” I nod, I feel as though I am not as guarded as I thought. Maybe I was an open book. “Zayn why do you have so many tattoos? Does each one of them signify something to you?” “Yes, of course. This yin-yang sign symbolizes the ups and downs I have had to face. The “Zap” is a testimony for my love of comics and so on.” “And why are you telling me this?” “Maybe because I trust you enough to make my secret ours.” I sit up and he follows suit. We are sitting in each other’s arms and he says, “I have to tell you this today, tonight, right now actually. And I really don't care if you don't feel the same way about me.” “Hmm?” “Alyssa I love you. Not the teenage love that would go away, but the true kinda love.”

He looks like he isn't expecting a reply. And I know he really isn't, he knows I have problems trusting people and is happy enough that I trusted him. I sit on his lap and hug him. Not a normal hug, but a ‘this hug can fix all your broken pieces’ kind of hug. He draws circles on my back I look at him and giggle. I dont know why but I giggle. He chuckles and pulls me close and whispers, “Darling, in this world of plenty I will always want you.” I blush and hope that the darkness of the room would hide it, but no I was wrong. “Oh babe, is that MAC on your cheeks?” And I can visualize him smirking. I groan and he kisses me on my forehead. I am on the verge of falling asleep when the door opens and Niall and Harry walk in. Niall looks like his jaw might just reach the bottom floor and Harry looks angry? “Zayn, did you do something?” Niall speaks, Zayn chuckled, “No.”

Niall comes over and kisses my forehead and Zayn says, “Hey hey, she’s my girlfriend mate.” and laughs Niall says, “Oh I know that but she’s my bestfriend first.” Everyone laughs and for a moment it feels as though we have forgotten about Daniel and how I wish it was true. If I could omit one person from my life it would be Daniel. I want to remove him so that I could trust people and soi that I could give Zayn the love he deserved. I look at Zayn I see the sparkle that wasn't there before, I notice the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. Everyone leaves and I finally fall asleep.

Next day when I wake the bed next to me is empty. I look around and see Zayn standing in front of the dresser with a comb in his hand trying to tame his wild hair. I chuckle and he says, “Oh come on. My hair is serious matter.” I start laughing. He fixes his hair and walks over to me and starts tickling me only then xo I realize he is wearing Harry’s sweater. I dont even notice when he starts messing with my hair and soon my hairs a tangled mess. He gets up and says, “There, your punishment for laughing at my hair.” I chuckle and head downstairs to have breakfast when I see another surprise.

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