One Direction Imagines

Zayn Imagine - Every Smile Hides a Scar

The tears streamed down your face. You lay your head back, leaning it against the cold bathroom wall. This was the second time this week that you've felt this way. You look down at your left wrist and see what you've done. Red lines pouring out blood, that will soon turn into scars that will eventually disappear but not entirely disappear. You were used to it. It was the only way you could escape from the bullies. A silent vibrating sound came from on the other side of the door. You wipe the tears off of your face and shove the razor in the bottom drawer then lift yourself off the cold floor and open the door. You grab your phone to stop the vibrating. You see a missed call and throw your phone on your bed.
Ten minutes later, you're lying under your comfy covers, trying to sleep, but instead are staying awake thinking about everything wrong in your life. You don't even realize you're crying until you feel a wet tear roll off your face and down your neck. You shut your eyes hoping that when you open them, everything will be better.
Suddenly, you hear a faint sound of tapping against your window. It happens again, but harder. You get up and slowly go to your window to see what it is. You realize it's someone throwing pebbles at your window. You recognize his shadow immediately. You run down the stairs, and run to the door and open it. His brown eyes look sleepy, and his jet black hair, with dyed blonde streak, aren't in his usual style. His hair is down, the way you like it the most. He grabs your left arm gently then holds it up so he can see. His eyes fill up with tears once he sees what you've done. Zayn was your best friend, and he knew everything about you. That meant, he knew when you were sad and when you needed him the most, which was now.
"Babe, please don't ever do that again" he asks shutting his eyes, keeping the tears from falling. He grabs your face in both hands and opens his eyes to stare in yours. He wipes your tears away with his thumb and lifts your left hand back up again and gently presses his soft pink lips to your scarred wrist. He kisses your scars then your forehead and continues to whisper "Don't ever do that again".
"Zayn... why do you care so much?" You croak.
"Why do I care?" he asks, appalled that you would ask him that.
"Because..." He begins to say then takes a deep breath, "Because I love you" he mutters then shoves his hands deep inside his jean pockets.
"Zayn" you say wanting him to look at you. His brown eyes meet yours.
"I love you too" you smile. It was the first real smile you've smiled in a while. Zayn's face lights up and he pushes you against the door frame and kisses you. He holds you as if you're the most fragile thing in the world.
"I love you so much" he mumbles against your neck.