Finding Our Way [Sequel to FHTL]

part 12 - nuthouse.

I woke up to a disturbing sound coming from outside. I opened my eyes and tried to get up, just to see that Zayn has one of his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. As I slowly unwrapped myself from him the sound got louder and I got scared. What the actual fuck? I looked out the window and noticed it's still dark. 2AM to be exact.

"What the hell?" I mumbled.

The sound got louder and I quickly went to my closet and grabbed a bat I have in case of emergencies. Yes, I can be tough as well. I opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs as I heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen, making me flinch. Who the fuck is in my house!? I gripped the bat tighter and slowly opened the kitchen door and turned on the lights to find Tom grabbing all the plates and smashing them to the floor.

"Tom! What the hell are you doing here?!" I gasped, dropping the bat.

"Oh, look who decided to show up!" He laughed ironically.

"Tom, are you drunk?" 

"Me? Pfft"

"You’re drunk, ugh!" I ran my hands through my hair. He turned around and kept smashing the plates on the floor.

"Stop it! What are you doing?!" I yelled.

"I'm doing exactly what you did to me, breaking these exactly how you broke my heart" 

"Tom! Stop it" I grabbed his arm, making him stumble backwards. He shook my hand out of his grasp, and continued his assault.

"Tom, look at me!" I screamed.

"What?!" He snapped.

"Please, stop this" I pleaded.

"No! I'm sick and tired of always doing what you want!" 

I took a step backwards getting a bit scared, since I've never seen Tom like this. His eyes are dark, and I can see the anger and sadness in them. 

"If you don't fucking stop I'll call the cops!" He ignored me.

"What the hell is going on?" 

"Oh, isn’t it Zayn?" Tom mocked.

"Tom, what the hell are you doing?" 

"Why don't you ask your pretty girlfriend here?" He threw a plate at Zayn. He dodged it, moving to the side. Whew.

"Tom!" I yelled, grabbing his arm.

"Get off me!" He growled, pushing me to the side, making me hit the counter, hurting my back. I gasped, falling to the floor.

"Jesy!" Zayn ran to me.

"You see what you did you fucking asshole" Zayn pushed him, his fists clenching.

"Tom-" I breathed with tears in my eyes. He looked away.

"Just fucking look at me!" I yelled. He sighed and looked at me, locking eyes with me.

"Don't do this to me, and especially don't do this to yourself" I sobbed.

"You know what? I'm out of here. I hope you have fun with your NEW boyfriend"

I heard the door slam shut, making me cry even more. I covered my eyes with my hands, laying on the floor. I felt two hands pick me up and then Zayn laid me on my bed.

"Shh" He cooed, hugging me tightly once he cuddled me.

"Why?!" I cried.

"Why do I have to hurt everybody?" 

"Hey, don't say that" 

"What he did was horrible, he doesn't deserve your tears" He wiped them away.

"I still feel horrible" 

"Well don't, because I'm here with you, and that's what matters"

"I know, I love you" He smiled, kissing me softly.

"I love you, too" With that he turned the lamp off, covering us with the sheets.

"Goodnight, love" He kissed my forehead.

"Night, Zayn" I shut my eyes tightly, wishing this whole mess was just a dream.

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A/N: Feel lucky since tomorrow I have three tests and I haven't studied shit, I just hate my school, really. Thank God three weeks -I think- are left and then summer! Ohohoh -29 days for the Take Me Home concert. Gosh, I'm hyperventilating.

Picture on the side: "Me? Pfft"