3-The Story Of My Life.

3-The Story Of My Life

[Zayn P.O.V.]

I stood up so quickly which caused my head to spin a little. I looked at the lads and they looked startled by my sudden movement. Without stopping for a second longer, I turned around and walked as fast as possible towards the cafeteria doors and stormed outside.

I walked out of the school doors and straight to my motorcycle swinging my leg over the seat to the other side to settle down on it. I let my head fall in my hands and gripped my hair so tightly that I didn’t care if I mess them up.

What the hell did I just do? And why the hell did I do it?

Ughh, I never thought I could be such a pathetic wimp!

But, I couldn’t repeat the past. The past was too painful and I just know that if it happens again it will definitely break me. And, I know I’m the one to be blamed. I like to have what I want when I want it and this in turn causes me great pain in the end.

Why? Just why did Doniya have to dial the wrong number? It could have been a lot easier if yesterday didn’t happen at all. If I didn’t hear his angelic voice, I wouldn’t be here remembering the hateful memories.

With a quick angry move, I turned the motorcycle on and drove out of the school parking. I kept my eyes straight ahead, glaring at nothing in particular. I’m sure that if someone saw me like this, in my black leather jacket and black pants with my black ankle boots, crouched over my motorcycle with such a dangerous stare; my jaw clenched and gripping the two handles so tightly, they would think I’m heading to kill someone.

I sped up more when everything started to come back to me. I could see everything flashing in front of my eyes, hiding the streets and the cars from my entire vision. Every memory, every word, every touch, every caress, yet every tear, every sad moment, every heart break.

I saw when he used to walk in the school hall, head held up high without a care in the world. He used to walk past me not noticing me standing there staring at him.

I saw when he finally did notice me. How it was when I found him in the school yard looking hurt. I saw the moment I asked him if he is okay.

*Flashback*

“Uh, a-are you okay?” I asked.

He tensed when he heard my voice and quickly turned around to see the owner of the voice.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” He growled at me. I flinched, taking a step backwards. I stared at his eyes, looking deep into his dark pupils. I knew deep down, he wasn’t angry at me. He was angry cause he let his cover slip to someone like me. He was weak in front of me.

“I-I’m sorry. I just saw you in this state so I wanted to see if you’re alright. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I apologized.

His eyes slightly softened then and a little smile creeped onto his handsome face.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s not your fault. I’m just angry at something.” He talked to me. He finally talked to me. I’ve been waiting for this for like six months now.

“Well, I-I hope you’re okay.” I said and then smiled.

“Thank you. I really appreciate your kind heart.”

*End Of Flashback*

Suddenly, I stepped on the breaks with such a great force that I was about to spring out of my seat and fly forward. I looked around me to see that I’m close to my one place where I can run and hide in.

I got off the motorcycle and walked towards my place while steering the motor-bike with me. After about ten minutes of walking, I finally arrived to the clearing.

It was the only place where I can be all alone; where I can sit on the green grass staring at the lake ahead of me and lose myself in my thoughts.

I let my motor-bike fall on the grass and walked to sit in front of the blue calming lake.

I moved my knees tight across my hard chest and placed my head in between.

“Thank you. I really appreciate your kind heart.”

This was the sentence that started everything; that started the happiness, the joy, the fun, the madness, the sadness, the misery, the tears, and the heartbreak.

He was my first kiss, my first love. He was the toughest, strongest person in my eyes. I used to look up to him; I used to run to him when I had problems, when I needed him.

Liam Payne

I gave him all my love and I thought he loved me too. That day, after I found him in the school yard, and he told me that I have a kind heart, we went back to his place cause he wanted to thank me even though I didn’t do anything. After that day, we started to see each other every day; however, secretly. We couldn’t let anybody know our secret. I couldn’t let my family know I’m gay.

Unfortunately, after a month of us being together, Liam revealed to me his real personality. He was possessive. Not the good possessive but the dangerous possessive. He wouldn’t let me go out with any of my friends saying he would get jealous and when I disobey him, he would slap me. This continued to happen for several times but I stayed with him cause I loved him dearly. He was my life.

After six months with him, he started to increase his madness and possessiveness. I found myself crying myself to sleep every night. I was weak, weak for Liam Payne.

After another month, we were alone at my house. We got into a fight cause of his constant anger which ended up in him slamming me against the wall. My head bumped really hard on the wall and it ended up with my head bleeding. I was drifting on and off of consciousness while Liam was crouched over my body whispering how much he loved me and how much he was sorry. He was kissing my lips and all over my face, but I knew this was the end.

I then knew how I was such a weakling. I would have done anything for Liam. Even though he used to hit me, I knew he loved me so I stayed. But after that terrible night, I woke up in the hospital and I made my decision. I was gonna leave Liam for the sake of my own life. He was dangerous. He was sick.

I forced myself to forget every caress, touch, kiss, and beautiful words Liam ever said and did to me; and broke up with him.

He took it badly. He started to scream and yell in the middle of the hospital. I broke up with him when no one was there, not my parents, not my sisters. After he got kicked out by the hospital security, I then found out that Liam Payne; my love, committed suicide. He killed himself. I never asked anyone how he died cause I couldn’t handle the fact, but I found out that Liam was suffering from schizophrenia which was why he used to suddenly switch personalities with me. One time he is the romantic thoughtful kind guy and the other he is the mad possessive ass hole.

Eventually, this broke me. Off course, I told my family a different story. I told them that I was bullied at school and that one of the kids once followed me home and beat me up there and that’s why I ended up in the hospital.

This in turn caused my parents to move to the other side of Bradford, especially when they saw how broken and devastated I was.

After that, I started a new life at a new school. This was about a year and a half ago.

I decided to start my new life differently so I dressed as the bad boy, walked as the bad boy, and talked as the bad boy; hiding the real me and burying it deep inside. I created a false image to myself in order to hide my past and forget it.

I then met Niall and Lou. They really made me forget what happened to me and made me love life again. They made me strong. I was now the strong guy who won’t ever be weak to any guy again.

However, what Harry just sent; his last message, saying what a kind heart I have, reminded me of everything. He said the same words that Liam said to me and it was my entire fault.

Because I cared…

Yes, hearing Harry’s husky sad voice on the line starred something deep inside me. It’s like fate showed me that he is special. He was the boy who managed to get me back to reality, who managed to get my old self back by a simple text.

But before this last text, I said I was Zelda. And why? Because I was afraid that I might not get what I want. What I wanted was Harry, from the moment I heard his voice. However, the reality struck me hard. Knowing that he is straight means I can’t get him and I refused to not get what I want.

So I ended up choosing to be a girl, just to talk to him.

And what did I do next?

I ran away. I ran away just coz a simple text reminded me of my painful past.I lied to Harry in order to talk to him when I could have simply said that I am Zayn, but I ran from him.

I took my phone out of my pocket and unlocked the screen. Then a water drop fell on the screen. I looked up to the sky but it was clear. I then realized that this drop was one of my tears. I was crying.

The strong Zayn Malik, the Bradford bad boy was crying.

I quickly and harshly wiped my tears away and opened the text again.

-Thank you Zelda. I really appreciate your kind heart :)

Who said Harry is like Liam? I should stop on letting Liam enter my thoughts and ruin my life. He was in the past and now I have to focus on my present.

I started to type a message to Harry.

-Angel, I’m sorry but I lied to you. I’m not Zelda, I am Z-

No!

-Angel, there is no need to thank me :)

I am indeed such a wimp and I will never change.

[Harry P.O.V.]

I waited for her reply, but it didn’t come.

Did she get bored of me already?

Well, why wouldn’t she when I’m such a boring person?

Ughh, she was the only person who ever talked to me for the past four years. Off course people talked to me, but they only did in order to make fun of me or hit me or laugh at me. However, Zelda felt real, like she was a special person, different from every other person in this world.

But I guess my feeling was wrong.

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch break so I hurried out of the cafeteria to my next class before anyone catches me.

I sat again in the corner of the class, thinking of when I get back home; how dad will start to beat me up again like yesterday and every day. I could feel my sides and stomach still hurting and I was aching for someone who could take care of me and make me feel safe for once.

After another three painful periods, the bell finally rang. I quickly collected my stuff and ran out of class. However, running was such a huge expression to use cause I was practically limping which made me so slow. I managed to get outside of the school and onto the street, heading home.

After about thirty minutes of walking, I arrived home. I was never this slow before! Fuck my leg.

I entered the house as quietly as possible, afraid to let dad hear me. However, after a lot of searching around, I found out there was nobody around.

I felt relief flood my body and hurried up to my room and locked my door. Is it possible that today is my relaxing day? Is it possible that dad will not hit me today?

I sure hope so. At least let my bruises heal a little.

I sat on my bed and got my phone out. I saw that I have a message from Zelda.

This made me grin.

Wow! Wait a second, grin? I never grin. It’s been ages since I last grinned.

Who is this girl again?!

The message was sent two hours ago which means when I was in class.

It said:

-Angel, there is no need to thank me :)

Angel again…

What should I reply now?

Ughh I seriously donno.

-:) So, how are you Zelda?

Seriously? I couldn’t find something better?

[Zayn P.O.V.]

He didn’t reply instantly which left me to the conclusion that he is at school or something.

About three hours later, I was at home in my room when I got a message from my angel.

-:) So, how are you Zelda?

I chuckled at his reply. It is obvious he didn’t know what to say.

How am I? I sighed. I think I’m better than before. I think I needed that break down before cause I haven’t cried and let everything out in ages.

Me: -I’m fine angel. How about you?

Harry: -I’m good now.

Me: - And I’m glad to hear that :D. So where you at school?

Harry: - Yeah I was. I just got back home.

Me: - Where do you live angel?

Harry: - Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. You?

Me:- Wow. I live in Bradford.

Harry: - Oh, that’s pretty far.

Me:- Yeah. How old are you angel?

Harry:- I’m 17. You?

He is seventeen and I’m eighteen. I can’t let him think I’m older.

Me: - I’m 17 too :)

Harry: - Cool :)

Harry: - Uh, I’ll be right back!

Harry sent two messages after each other quickly which made me wonder what happened to him all of a sudden.

Me: - Take your time angel :)

[Harry P.O.V.]

I have to admit, talking to Zelda made me forget about my problems. It’s like she swooped me out of reality.

However, a simple knock on my door shook me back to my sad reality.

“HARRY! OPEN THIS FUCKIN DOOR!” Dad yelled from outside.

Oh no no no no! Please no!

“HARRY! OPEN THIS FUCKIN DAMNED DOOR!”

I quickly texted Zelda that I’ll be back while my hands were shaking helplessly.

I got up and stumbled on my own feet while heading to my door.

Here goes nothing.

I opened my door to face hell itself.

A fist directly connected with my cheek sending me to the ground.

“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT LOCKING THE DOOR? HUH?” Dad growled at me.

He started to kick my stomach and sides just like yesterday and he really hit my bruises hard. I felt my tears start to stream down my face.

“No, no please dad. P-please ssstoopp. S-stop pleasseee.” I begged him.

“I’m not your fuckin dad. Don’t call me that. It’s such a shame to be your father!” His words went straight to my heart and stung. I have no dad. He is right. My dad isn’t this dad in front of me.

I whimpered and cried out more as he kept on hitting and kicking me.

I donno for how long he kept on beating me but it felt like hours. I was just lying still, receiving every blow from him and felt them shoot straight into my bones.

“That’s what you get for killing your own brother!” He spat at me and scurried away.

I laid there still for a couple of more minutes, making the pain take all over my body and dominate it until I felt numb. I then tried to move which ended up in me crying out helplessly.

I managed to lock the door again and crawled back to my bed. I leaned my head on the side of my bed and closed my teary eyes. Dad did his daily routine and satisfied himself; however who’s gonna satisfy me?

I heard my phone vibrate where I left it on the bed. I moved my hand to get it and found three new messages.

-Take your time angel :)

-Uh, it’s been like half an hour. Are you okay?

-You are worrying me angel. Please answer me.

Who is this amazing person? She got worried just cause I took time to reply? I wish mom was like her.

The next thing I know is that I typed those words without thinking. I just typed what I felt was right but what I know was wrong.

-I was busy getting beaten up.

I regret every word I sent to this stranger. I just told her my biggest misery in my life, and she is nothing but a stranger.

A beautiful stranger…

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Fin.