That's How We Fell! (ft.Zayn Malik)

Chapter 42

~Ray~
My eyes, were fvcking dry from all the crying I've done for the past 24 hours. My eyes were puffy and red, my lips were chapped, my throat parched.

It was like I felt nothing but emptiness.

The pain I felt was nothing compared to what I felt when Dylan slapped me.

I knew I shouldn't have told what I said, but that wasn't that what brought the truth out?!

The pain I felt was killing me, if I wasn't dead already. I got off my bed, which was a pool of my fvcking tears. I sniffed at walked into my ensuite staring at my pitiful appearance. The clothes I wore for my concert were pathetically crushed, mascara was running down my face, my hair unbrushed and tangled. I opened the tap and cupped a good amount of water before splattering it on my face, only to fvcking cry again.

"Okay, yes. I just want to get into your pants. So what?!"

I dropped to the floor, curling myself against the wall, into a sobbing mess.

I fell.

I fell for the one, I never thought I'd fall for.

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~Zayn~

"Fvck," I swore, crushing yet another glass in my hand, before I turned around to punch the wall another time.

I fell to the ground, yelling and groaning animalistically.

Ray hasn't opened the door since the previous night and I knew I was the reason behind it.

My fvcking insecurities got into my way.

I've been trying to get her out of that room since the morning only for her to cry louder.

And it hurt. It hurt so much.

I spat words I didn't even mean only to hurt her.

Most of all disappoint her.

My eyes darted, reflexively towards the shards of glass that lay shattered against the wooden floors of my kitchen.

I was a fvck up.

My hands instinctively reached for the glass, when I heard foot steps.
Because I couldn't do much, because it was Ray who was most probably walking to the kitchen, I closed my hands around the shard, hissing in pain as the glass pierced through my already hurt skin.

~Ray~

Get a fvcking grip, Rachael!

I got of the ground, dusting my clothes and wiping the tears off my cheeks. I quickly washed my face, removing the makeup that had smudged and ran my hands through my hair.

I am fine.

I changed my clothes to a pair of sweats and tank top before I walked out of my room for some water. I treaded over to the kitchen, only to freeze in my tracks.

As much as I wanted to stay away from him, as much as I hated him, my heart literally tore when I saw his hurt state. I returned to my room and grabbed my first aid kit and rushed back to him, my face impassive and not giving anything away.

I kneeled in front of him, gently taking his hands in mine and cleaning it up. I didn't bother to look up and make any kind off eye contact with him, but I could feel his hazel hues boring through me. I quickly wrapped his hands up with some gauze and stood up.

Before, I took a step further away, Zayn grabbed my hand pulling me down.
I looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes when he placed his forehead in mine making me flinch. Zayn immediately pulled away, his hand of my wrist.