Heartbreak [zjm]

8. Disorder

"Zayn, you need to take your medicine," Waliyha shook him awake.

"Lee, I haven't taken that in so long."

"Zayn, you need to go home and take it. Mom just texted me because she's worried about you. We all are."

"Tell her that I haven't been taking them for months and I feel fine. I haven't had an episode yet."

Episode? What was he talking about. I started moving around from under the blanket so he would get the hint I was waking up.

"Okay be quiet, Belle is waking up," he said.

Jokes on you, I was already awake.

"Good morning."

"Good morning sunshine," Zayn gave me a cheesy smile. "You're beautiful."

"You too," I said feeling flustered.

"Do you want to come hang out at my house today?" He offered.

"Sure," I replied. I haven't been over there since his birthday party, which was a couple of weeks ago.

I sat on his couch and Zayn told me to pick a show or a movie we could watch together. I opted for a TV show because we could both be invested in it.

He went to pop popcorn and I heard Trisha yell for the first time.

"Zayn Malik, what do you think you are doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you refusing to take your medicine? You need to. You've been getting bad again and Waliyha told me what you said to Belle," Trisha sounded disappointed.

"Look mom, it won't happen again. But there's no way I am taking those pills, they make me nauseous."

"Zayn, take them, now," Trisha demanded.

"Mom, I said no!" Zayn yelled quite loudly. "Go away."

"Zayn, I'm trying to help."

"No! For the last time, I don't need your help. You always try to help me when I don't need it, I am a 17 year old that can make his own decisions! Stop helping me," he sneered.

I could feel the tension and I wasn't even in the Kitchen. He came back in and smiled at me, it looked forced.

"So what are we going to watch?"

"Zayn, I think you should listen to your mom," I said quietly.

His face faltered from a forced smile to a frown. "Belle, you know nothing about what she is talking about, please stay out of this."

"Well your mother just has your best interest, I'm only looking out for you," I said and Waliyha appeared out of no where.

"Belle, come to my room for a second." Zayn was fuming. Trisha and Mark came out of the office and it looked like Trisha was crying.

They were having a huge family fight downstairs. I heard things being flung, curse words being thrown, and insults being slammed.

"Does this normally happen?" I asked Waliyha.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Zayn needs to tell you himself," she said sadly. "I would tell you, but it's not my story to tell."

After the fighting seized, Waliyha and I walked back downstairs to find their whole living room torn up. Trisha was in tears and Mark looked pissed off.

Zayn grabbed my hand and said, "let's go somewhere else."

I looked back at Trisha with remorse and she started crying even harder.

"Zayn are you alright?" I finally asked him as he gripped my hand tighter.

"I'm fine. Just a little falling out, it's nothing."

"What was it about? The medicine thing..." I wasn't sure if he was ready to talk about it but he remained quiet. We got to some park benches and we sat down.

"I have intermittent explosive disorder. It's where I am aggressive and upset for hardly any reason and I just explode. I cause harm to other people or myself," he explained.

I remained silent, wanting to hear more.

"The medicine helps me control my anger and aggression a lot, but lately it made me feel really sick, so I stopped taking it. When I met you, you instantly made me feel happier than I've ever been. I haven't had an episode until today."

I inhaled a sharp breath. "I really don't know what to say. Why can't you just take your medicine?"

"Because I wouldn't be the same if I took it. I haven't taken it in months and I promised my parents that I would take it if I got bad again."

"Well they really do want what is best for you," I told him.

"I'm aware."

We got back to Zayn's house and it was about 4:00. His parents had cleaned up a little bit and Trisha was no longer crying. Mark was in his office typing angrily and Trisha was in the kitchen drinking some tea with Waliyha.

When we walked in it felt like everything stopped for a moment. I'm assuming Zayn's parents didn't think he would come back for the night.

"Zayn, I'm sorry. We just want you to take your medicine." 

"I know, mom. I will if I start getting bad again, I promise," he said and ran up to hug her. I can tell that he doesn't hug his mom that often because she looked like she was holding the world in her arms. Zayn went to the office to talk to Mark.

"He's so fragile, Belle," Trisha sighed. "I wish you hadn't seen us like that." 

"It's alright, Trisha. Every family has their moments." I smiled at her. She seemed like such a genuine mother that cared about Zayn and I loved it.

"Before you, I couldn't imagine Zayn ever being with a girl," she admitted.

"Why?"

"Because he always talks about girls but they never come around or anything, so I just never thought he would settle down," Trisha had tears in her eyes again.

"Oh, Trisha, we're not really dating. It's just- it's complicated," I shrugged.

"But still, you two are a thing and that's more than I could ask for." 

Her words really impacted me. Kayla told me that Zayn was sort of a player when it came to girls, but it makes sense that his mom wouldn't know. Who's mom would want to know if their son was a heart breaker? 

"This family is insane," Waliyha muttered under her breath causing Trisha and I to crack up.

"Belle, I hope you stay around, I really do." 

"You can become my sister," Waliyha smiled and my eyes went wide. 

"Oh, I don't know about that. We're not even dating yet." 

Zayn cleared his throat and I turned around to see him smiling at me. "We need to go on a proper date." 

"Zayn, that isn't how you ask a girl on a date!" His mother scolds.

"Mom," he groaned and Waliyha fell on the floor in laughter. 

"We should, but when?" 

"Maybe in a few days? I will call you." 

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