C'mon C'mon and Save Me Tonight (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

“What are you doing here?” I asked the boy sitting on my bed. 

As he looked up at me, I took in his appearance. His clothes were wrinkled and looked like he slept in them; his face was dull with bags under his eyes.  And what really shocked me was his hair.  Usually he doesn’t leave the house without styling it or something, but now it was sticking up in a million different directions.

“I needed to talk to you,” He said quietly.

“You could’ve just called you know?” I said, sitting down at the other end of my bed by the headrest and grabbed my stuffed animal.

“Could you honestly say that you would’ve talked to me and not hang up?”

I stared down at the bunny, poking at its eye, “Exactly,” he whispered.

“So what did you want to talk about?” I asked still not looking at him.

“Sammy, I care about you a lot, I know I sound crazy but when those pictures of you and Nick were all over, it made me angry. I hate seeing you with another guy, especially Nick. Sammy, I want you to be mine.”

Finally I looked up at him, my eyes full of tears.  I didn’t know what to say; I was shocked. He made his way over to me, grabbing my hand and rubbing his thumb over the top. I closed my eyes, and felt the tears run down my face. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Zayn, extremely close to my face. I don’t know what made me do it, but within the next second, I placed my lips to his. At first he was shocked, stiff and not moving. But then he started responding to me, kissing me back with so much passion. My hands moved to the back of his neck, playing with the few loose strands of hair.

After a few more moments, we both pulled away breathing heavily.  He pulled me into a hug, and I gladly hugged him back. I have no clue why I was being so emotional today.  Usually I’m the strong one, who doesn’t cry unless someone died.  But today was different, today I think I was finally going to let him in.

“So, what do you say Sammy?” He whispered, and then pulled back to look at me, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I felt my cheeks heat up, just hearing that.  I thought about it and then slowly nodded, “But,” I said, “You have to answer a question for me.”

He nodded, eagerly awaiting the question, “Why did you get so angry when I was with Nick?”

I saw his smile fade, and hope I didn’t trigger anything. Finally he looked up, taking my hand, “I had this girlfriend, and he somehow gained her trust and then got her really drunk.”

He took a breath, “After she was drunk he raped her and left her on the streets.”

I gasped, “Didn’t he get arrested?”

He shook his head, “She wouldn’t admit that it happened. After that, she just packed up and left, no note, nothing.  I still don’t know where she is.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him, “If it helps, after hearing that, I won’t see or talk to Nick.”

“Thank you,” He whispered, kissing my temple.

“Okay, enough depressing talk,” I said.

He laughed, “Well what do you want to talk about?”

“The fact that you just left the boys’ in the middle of the tour to come see me!”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “They will understand.”

“You mean you didn’t tell them? You just left?” I asked.