DIErection (One Direction fan fic)

The Beautiful angel

Zayn's P.O.V

' @zaynmalik1D I hope you die with your other faggot members, I'm surprised you's haven't got AIDS yet you dumb-fuck' -@GayDirection  

' @zaynmalik1D I wish you died in that little car crash with those other faggots' -@DieDirection 

'@zaynmalik 2 words, kill yourself-@ZaynsGay

As I kept scrolling through Twitter reading all these hate messages I felt a hand gently and soothingly rubbing my back "Hey hey hey, shhh don't cry Zayn please don't" says an Irish accent. I didn't acknowledge my tears until now. "I'm sorry Nialler" "what for? You've done nothing wrong at all Zayn, they're just a shower of cunts" The boy with beautiful blue eyes say to me sympathetically while indulging me in a bear hug. We just both sat there hugging each other in silence. The only thing you could hear was me sniffling into Niall's chest. "ZZZZAAAAYYYNNNNN CAN I HA- oh Zayn what happened" A figure With a mop of curly locks say while also hugging me "I-It's No-No-Nothing guys, trust me" I say trying not to cry again "man I'm such a dumb-fuck" Harry says. I don't know why but as soon as I heard that eight letter word I started bawling my eyes out. Dumb-fuck, dumb-fuck, am I really a dumb-fuck? Should I really die? Should I make everyone happy and kill myself? All these questions keep zooming through my brain over and over again like a broken record. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk, get some fresh air, something I haven't done in a while" I say while standing up and heading towards the door. "Zayn, mate you haven't got a top on, go put some warm clothes on." a voice who I presume is Harry tells me nicely.

As I walk into my bedroom, past my bed and into my walk-in wardrobe, I see a little glimmer in the corner of my eye. As I take a closer look, I realize what it was. It was a razor blade, just sitting there. I wasn't thinking straight when my trembling hands reached out for that shiny peace of metal and dug deep into my thighs and hips, until I looked down at my now bloody legs with 20 slits in it. As I just remembered I was going for a walk, I quickly put on a green J.W sweatshirt with some plane beige jeans and a beanie. "OK bye lads, I'll be back in a half hour" I yell while walking out the door.  

While walking out of our hotel room, (which we brought) I noticed how posh this place actually was. There was a huge Platinum screen T.V at every end of a hallway with beautiful interior. As I walked out of this beautiful hotel also known as The Langham, I decided to go grab a coffee from Starbucks, maybe that'll take my mind off some stuff.  

I entered the shop with a welcoming scent off coffee and other sweets. As usual I saw the most horrible sight, A.K.A Tydal Harriman the girl who cakes her face with make-up, wears the most exposing clothes ever and always flirts with me *shiver*. "like what you see handsome?"Tydal says while flirtatiously ending it with a wink "whatever, I would like the caramel latte with a shot of chocolate and a blueberry muffin thanks"trying not to sound rude. "OK that will be $13.00 please, and extra $20 if you want me"Tydal says flirting with me again "no thank you, I would prefer the coffee and muffin thanks" I say disgusted with clenched fists. I hate how much girls flirt with me and try to get me in bed.  

I went to sit in a booth at the back of the shop hoping to not get any more girls attention, especially some crazy fans or people who want to kill me. Why do people wanna kill me? What have I done to them? Why don't I just kill myself? I'm obviously not wanted in the world. My parents don't actually love me, neither does my sisters, I got kicked out of my house when I was 9! Only 9 years of age! They only pretend they love me in front of the cameras and stuff, but behind those fake smiles are pure disgust. I have no idea whatsoever what I did to them! My thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang and a muffin landing next to my foot  "watch out slut" Tydal hisses to the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes upon. Her beautiful golden blonde hair swept to the side of her perfectly shaped face and her dull yet beautiful blue orbs with her kissable smooth looking lips. She was drop-dead gorgeous! "sorry" she whispers with small tears streaming down angelic face "better be slut" Tydal hissed while walking towards me "Here's your coffee babe! I'll go get you another muffin since that fat cow made me drop it" she says while trying to kiss me "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I shout while pushing her away. As I do so I see the beautiful angel walking out of the shop. I had no idea why but there was something about that girl, Something magnetic. I didn't even try to stop myself from following her. I know, creepy, but I wanted to at least know her name. As we were walking, I realized she was making her way on top of the bridge standing on the ledge looking ready to jump. OH MY GOSH SHE'S GONNA KILL HERSELF my brain screamed "Hey what are you doing up there? You might fall and die" I say with concern "perfect" she whispers "my names Zayn by the way, what about you?" I say without trying to sound scared. "look I don't care if you want me in your bed or your pants, when I jump you can have my body, do whatever you want with it, my parents will only spit on me and walk away like nothing happened."her angelic voice says filled with sadness. I was gobsmacked. She thought I wanted to have sex with her? "no I don't want to have sex with you and most of all I don't want you to die"I say starting to cry "why? You don't even know me" she says now with a blank face "well if you get down then I can get to know you better. I won't try anything like sex either, I'm not like that. Just come down and talk about it" I say sympathetically "I have no place to stay, no clothes and no money" she says now staring at me "it's ok you can stay in my flat I have a lot of spare bedrooms there, I have loads of money and you don't have to give anything back. Just please don't kill yourself. And also by any chance have you heard of One Direction?"