The Wanted Girl

Zayn's POV:
I punched the wall and cringed, feeling a sharp pain travel up my arm. But any bodily pain was better than the torment in my heart. I just let her fucking leave. I let her walk out of my life. She chose me. SHE chose ME! And I denied her. Christ, the look on her fucking face when I said I wasn't hers could have easily killed me. In fact, I wish it had. She was heartbroken and I was the cause of it. That was the worst part.

What are you supposed to do when you break someones heart and break your own in the process? No one ever 'teaches' you how to deal with this. No one ever tells you what to do when you're in an impossible situation such as that. No one ever warns you about how your heart ACHES when you lose the love of yours life.

Yet in the last year, I've had to deal with it twice. And I don't know how much more I can take.

I dial up my mum and try and steady my breath, still shaking off the pain in my hand.

"Hello sunshine," she said, sleepily.

"Mum," I croaked, "I..."

"Zayn, love, what's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked.

"I need to come home," I breathed, trying so hard not to sob into the phone.

I will not cry to my mum. I will not cry to my mum. I have to be strong.

"Of course baby, come home. You have another day off, yeah?"

I let out a shaky breath and leaned my head up against the wall, "No mum. For good. I want to come back to Bradford for good."

"Oh darling, what happened?" she pressed.

"I'll be there in a few hours, alright?" I mumbled, ignoring her question.

"Hmm s'okay Zayn. I love you,"

"I love you too mum," I croaked.

I hung up the phone and went in my room to pack most of my things. Charger. Clothing. Sophia's sweat- fuck. Her sweat shirt. I should have just throw it on the bed and kept packing, but I couldn't. I lifted it to my face and sobbed, breathing in her scent. The last of it I was ever going to have. 'This is for the best', I repeated to myself. But the more I said it, the less I felt like I meant it.

I threw her sweatshirt in the duffle bag and a few other necessities before taking out my phone to text Liam. But I already had six text messages waiting.

From: Tom Parker
To: Zayn Malik
take care of our girl mate! we r happy she made the right decision

From: Jay McGuiness
To: Zayn Malik
treat her well, yeah? were trusting you mr one direction!

From: Siva Kaneswaran
To: Zayn Malik
be nice to our Sophie! Let us have her every once and awhile, please :)

From: Nathan Sykes
To: Zayn Malik
dont make me fucking regret not throwing u under the bus for last night! she loves u a lot mate. if anyones gonna take care of her, i know itll be u

But her brother's was easily the most painful.

From: Max George
To: Zayn Malik
I know I give you shit a lot, but I do really appreciate you taking care of my little sister. I've never seen her so happy before. Don't get me wrong, I still don't like you. But your much more bearable knowing you're like, the love of her life. Happy she picked you mate. Maybe one day you'll even be my brother in law? (not too soon, i'll still fucking kill you)

Before I even knew what I was doing, I hit the wall again. I screamed in agony, the blood rushing out of my hand. But I couldn't even think about it. All I could fucking think about was what I was thinking! What was I fucking THINKING! She was mine. She said it three fucking times. And yet I ignored her, saying she should go, she wasn't mine, I wasn't hers. Jesus christ. What if she didn't even go to Lou? What if he doesn't even get her in the end? What then?

But I knew Lou would make her happy. I knew it was for the best. But it didn't make it hurt any less.

To: Liam Payne
From: Zayn Malik
im going to bradford for awhile. i need u to cover for me..

I pushed my phone in my pocket and walked out of the door, only to be blinded by thirty photographers. And here I was with two bloody fists and a duffle bag.

"ZAYN! ZAYN"

"WHO WERE YOU FIGHTING?!"

"WAS IT LOUIS?"

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

"ARE NATHAN AND NIALL FIGHTING?"

"IS THE 1D/WANTED FEUD CONTINUING?"

"WHERE'S SOPHIA?"

The last one is the one that pushed me over the edge.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, pointing in his face.

"Where is she?! She leave you?!" he yelled again.

I knew he didn't really know what was going on. He wanted to get me to react. He has no idea that in fact she did leave me. But I reacted anyways. I hit him, square in the jaw. And 29 other photographers not only witnessed it, but had it on camera and video.

So I left.

And went home to Bradford.


With no intention of coming back.

Notes

baby update! just wanted you to see all of this from Zayn's POV, how he's feeling/etc

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