On the curb (1D FF)

Chapter 2: The House

Uh so yer heres chapter two enjoy comment feedback and vote if its anygood yer well zoe out.

-zoe

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He had his hands in his pockets as he walked next to me, staring and the ground and kicking a stick or a rock every now and then. He looked up at me, his eyes full of confusion and concern.

"What happened?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from mine, but looking into them deeply as if he was searching for an answer. My eyes flickered to the ground then back to his, and then it all flooded back, everything. I just stopped walking and looked straight ahead. It was overwhelming to think about it all. I just collapsed into a ball on the floor the tears streamed down my face. Zayn just lowered himself to the ground and wrapped himself around me. I buried my head in his as he shushed me and rocked me back and forth.

He calmed me down and I looked up at him his eyes were mesmerizing. I'd never told anybody before. Especially someone I don't know but this boy he's so different I didn't know what it was about him but I just have this feeling that I could trust him he just seemed so genuine.

"My dad." The two words slipped out of my mouth. The two words that I swore I would never tell anyone of. And with those two words so much could change. Zayn's face changed from a sad smile to a straight serious. Angry? Face.

"But..." He tried, but nothing else came out he was speechless.

"You don't have to say anything." I told him. I sniffed past the last few tears, and stood up. I helped Zayn up and we walked again. Without realising more tears were falling and Zayn saw and put an arm around me, I rested my head on his shoulder and we walked for another fifteen minutes like that until I stopped out front of the house.

It was small and old fashioned there was two bedrooms a lounge room a bathroom and a kitchen that crossed as a dining room. The front garden was completely over grown with weeds and all the plants were dead accept a small rose tree.

We walked around the back to the door where I took the house key from under one of the pot plants; I unlocked the door and walked in, followed by Zayn. He walked slowly taking in his surroundings as we stepped into the kitchen.

"Ok, there's no power and the only running water is in the bathroom tap. The lounge room is kinda run down and I had to take out the couch because the mice took a fancy to it. The bathroom is just down here. I said as I led him out of the kitchen and down the hall, past the bedrooms and to the bathroom. "And luckily the toilet works too." I added.

"Fantastic." He said clapping his hands together once. He began rummage through the cupboards and the draws. "Now let's get you cleaned up. Do you have a small towel or cloth?" He asked, still looking.

"Um, no because it was attracting mice." I tried to think of something that could be of use but when I first started to use this place I cleaned it out thoroughly in case of mice or rats or any other feral animals. There weren't any more mice that I knew of though.

"Well then. Plan be it is." He said with a small smirk. With that he began to take his top off.

He just stood there with his nicely cut body smirking at me, then my eyes met his and once again I was sent into a trans because of their beauty but the moment was ruined when I got all awkward.

"So uh, where were we?" I asked. He cleared his throat and turned to the sink.

"Right, right." He mumbled to himself.

He had perfect back dimples, his skin looked so soft. I just stood there admiring his figure when he turned around. I quickly shifted my gaze but he saw me and smirked. I looked at the ground and attempted to hide my blush, luckily it was fairly dark because the only light was from the moon in the window.

Zayn began to come closer to me and he lifted his hand to my neck.

"Right, just tell me if this hurts ok." He said as he raised the dampened corner of his shirt to my cheek and began to wipe away the blood and tears. I winced at the pain a bit as he pressed on my bruised cheek.

"Sorry love." He said quickly.

"It's ok." I replied.

He went along and cleaned up the rest of my face.

"Is it just your face?" He asked.

"Uh, no." I said and pulled my T-shirt over my shoulder. Where there was a bruise in the shape of fingers from where my dad had hold of me and a scratch from where I pulled away.

He proceeded to clean my sores and when he finished I walked over to the mirror to look at my face for the first time today. There were cuts and bruises' covering the right side of my face and my eye was slightly blood shot. My lip was split open and it should have been stitched but I couldn't go to the hospital, they would ask what happened. I pulled my shirt back off my shoulder to analyse to the bruising. It had never been this bad before.

I pulled my shirt back over my shoulder and turned around, to find Zayn still standing there, with that I just hugged him and cried... again.

"C'mon babe let's just get some sleep." He told me.

I just nodded and then realised something... beds!