"Can you tell me what you want?" He asks opening the door
"My brother" I say softly
"Why should I?" He says "you made it pretty clear you're not happy with our family"
"What do you expect?" I ask "you think I'm going to forget about my dead parents and little brother?"
"I thought I was your brother" he mutters thinking I couldn't hear
"You are" I say "that's the problem with you, you know how much I love you yet you...doubt...yourself"
"Oh" he says "being hypocritical are we?"
"Oh" I mock "being a moron are we?"
"Shut up retard" he says pulling me into his flat
"I missed you and all" I start "but you really shouldn't call people a retard, it can hurt them or someone else"
"OK Oprah" he says with an eye roll. See? This is why I hate being myself, or even showing my 'smart side'. When I try to be me people have an issue with that, and when I try to fit in there hate me for it "so how are you and Zayn doing?"
"Fine" I lie avoiding his eyes
"Love" he says "what's wrong Zebedee"
"Don't cry me that alright?" I say annoyed. I always hated him giving me cartoon nicknames
"Why haven't you already made up?" He asks "come on you can tell me Cho-Cho"
"This isn't top cat" I groan on aggravation
"Will you just tell me why you're sad?" He asks
"I don't know what to do" I say "usually we work it out but we've gotten no where"
"And why not?" He asks
"Because I grew up" I say "I moved on from the past"
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"Zayn" I say shaking him awake. There was basically a storm outside and I was afraid
"Yeah?" He asks as his eyes flutter open
"Can we speak?" I ask. He nods while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes
"What about?" I must remain calm. His morning voice is literally killing me right now
"About us" I say as he sits up, while instructing me to sit by him
"What about us?"
"We haven't spoken to each other in days" I say "I'm afraid if we keep this up we'll end up in a divorce and then one of us will have to take the kids and then I'll die alone"
"Whoa whoa whoa" he says as I attempt to contain the stream of never ending tears "you won't die alone"
"That's all you took from that?" I ask in frustration
"I'm sorry" he says as I began to cry into his chest
Zayn's p.o.v
She was crying uncontrollably
"Heaven" I say. She ignores me "please stop crying"
"I can't" she chokes out "you're gonna leave me"
"I'm not going to leave you" I plead
"But you don't even love me anymore"
"Why do you do that?" I ask
"Do what?"
"Why do you tell people to stop living in the past?" I question "yet you do it yourself?"
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Zayn Malik? But do I care?
Random(Cringe warning. I started this when I first began writing) I wanted to slap everyone in their faces. All they wanted to talk about was Zayn. "Do I look like I care about what he thinks?" "but he's Zayn Malik!" Robin says. She wasn't fond of him but...
