Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

Chapter 7- Because I Draw Too

I could hear heavy footfalls and they continued all the way to the door, to which they halted and were replaced by the sound of the lock. The door was pulled open and I gasped at the sight before me, pushing aside the urge to hug him.

"Zayn?" My voice cracked and I wasn't even sure anymore as I looked at the man before me.

"What are you doing here, Li?" His voice was harsh and cold compared to the soft one I was used to. My mouth just hung open as I took him in, a tight shirt hung loose on him and he was wearing just his black jeans. His usually styled hair was greasy and lazily falling in his eyes. The once bright hazel eyes were dim and broken, no life evident in them as he burrowed into me with them. He was skinny, way to skinny and his face was littered with cuts and bruised, even his neck had a hand mark bruised into it.

"I came to see you." I finally choked out, fighting hard against my tears.

"Why? Li, go back to school. I'm fine." He shoved his right hand in his pocket and reached for the door with his left. I managed to catch the door with my right hand just in time before he could shut it. My left one reaching out and grabbed his right wrist.

With a sharp cry he reefed it from my grasp and stumpled back, grabbing the wrist with his left hand. I glanced at my hand and saw blood on it, my eyes widening as I stepped into the house and barreled into his chest. My arms wrapped tightly around his small form and I could feel his bones through the thin material, my heart shattering.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is," I whispered into his neck.

"You should leave." He choked out and I felt his arms wrap around me, his words telling me one thing but actions saying another.

"Zayn, let me fix you, please? Can you let me do that?" I pulled away and wiped away his tears, staring into his eyes.

"Why should I? Why would I let you hurt me?" He whispered, shaking his head and looking away.

"Because," I grabbed my sleeve and pulled it up over my deep cuts, "I draw too. And I won't hurt you."

Zayn glanced over at them, his breath hitching before he lifted his right arm and turned it up so I could see. Blood dripped delicately from the wounds, probably from me grabbing so harshly at them. They weren't very deep and wouldn't leave to bad of a scar in the end of it all.

I carefully lifted his arm and planted a kiss to the scars, "I'll be there for you if you let me be."

He just nodded, more tears falling as he crumpled into my arms where I wrapped them securely around him.

I lifted him into my arms bridal style and carried him up to his bedroom. Once there I layed him down and climbed in myself, letting him cuddle into my chest.
"There go my walls." I thought to myself as I held him there in the dark. I had worked so hard to put up these walls and with one look he crumpled them. What was it with this boy? He had the craziest effects on me, and I honestly didn't know what to do. I know I shouldn't let someone in as they always end up hurting you. But I can't deny it anymore, I can try but there's no denying it anymore.
I'm in love with him.

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I'm sorry for my lack of updates, I've been busy as exams are coming up soon /: but I'll try and update more often !

So how was everyone's holidays?

~Anastasia~