It Couldn't Be (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 6
I couldn’t possibly tell you how fast I ran home. Because I don’t know. All I recognized was the sound of my feet running on the sidewalk pavement, and the feel of the wind blowing my tears to the side of my face.
I burst right through the front door.
“Molly, what’s wr-“
SLAM! I slammed the door with all my might and started searching.
I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. Where the hell was that thing?
“If you’re looking for the blade Molly, I’ve already thrown it away,” my mom said.
I started cutting myself when I was 14. I was just so depressed. I felt like no guy would ever want me, and I was so stressed out about grades. Katie couldn’t help. Only counseling could. And even then, the struggle was real. That blade was the only one I would use.
“How did you know that’s what I was looking for?”
“Haven’t seen you look so frantic since then. What happened Molly? You haven’t cut in 2 years. What’s the matter?”
I started from the very beginning, meeting Jared. I told her about how long we talked that first night, and how it seemed as though we just connected. I told her about the One Direction concert. Everything. She only interrupted to ask a few questions.
“So I can see why you’re upset. But why would this cause you start cutting again Molly? I thought you had taken control of it.”
“I don’t know mom. I just don’t know why he would lie to me. I trusted him.”
“Everyone has their reasons for things, sweetie,” she said. Then she walked out of the room.
I didn’t know what she meant by that, and I didn’t really care. I looked around my room, which was covered in One Direction posters. I saw Zayn and my heart started pounding. How was I even going to sleep in this room now? I kept searching, looking around my room. My bulletin board caught my eye. Hanging from the happy board was a piece of metal worthy of slicing someone’s finger clean off the bone. I got my scissors out of my desk drawer and pried the scrap metal off. I stared at it, and then stared at my arm. I observed the previously cut skin with the still visible marks.
I just couldn’t.
I was having another thought. But something distracted me. It sounded like it was coming from outside. I looked outside and all I saw were cameras and news reporters. I ran downstairs and opened the front door. Lights flashed, and people asked a lot of questions.
“So is it true that you’re Zayn Malik’s new girlfriend?”
“How long have you guys been dating?”
“Why’d you run away?”
I had just enough time to wipe the tears from my blinded eyes before my mom pulled me back into the house. She then went back outside and said something. Then after a few seconds, she came inside again.
I wiped the rest of the tears from eyes as I realized what was going on. Word had gotten around already, and I was Jackson’s top news, since nothing else ever goes on here.
I couldn’t think and I started breathing heavily. I ran back upstairs, not hearing what my mom was saying and collapsed on my bed.
My phone ringed.
“Molly, what the hell is going on? You are all over the news! Tell me now!”
“Katie I don’t feel much like talking right now, okay? Can you give me a break?” I said.
“Just tell me what is going on, Molly. Maybe I can help.”
“I seriously doubt it Katie, but okay.” I took a deep breath. “You remember Jared don’t you?”
“Of course I remember Jared. How could I forget about my best friend’s boyfriend?” she was smiling on the other end.
“Well… Jared is actually Zayn Malik.”
Silence.
“Katie? Are you still there?”
Still nothing but silence.
“Katie, answer me!”
“Oh. My. Gawd.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So all this time-“
“Yep. All this time he’s been disguising himself as something completely different than who he actually was.”
“And now-“
“Yep. And now, paparazzi are swarming my house.”
“I’m so sorry, Molly. I honestly don’t know what to say.”
This was unusual for Katie who always seemed to have some type of advice. For her to be speechless was less probable than a person selling Christmas trees on Valentine’s Day.
“It’s okay, Katie. I just… I don’t know how I’m going to go to school Monday. You know how nosy people can be.”
“Don’t worry, Molly, I have your back. Don’t worry about a thing.” Then she hung up the phone.
I got up and got ready just like any other Monday, in a drowse. They do say that God gives us Mondays because of what we did on Friday nights. I’d done nothing wrong, but I still didn’t want to think about it.
Rodney had offered to drive me to school, but I’d decided against it. I was old enough to take care of myself.
I got in my car and started driving to school when my phone ringed. It was Jared.
I rejected the call. He had called at least twenty times last night, leaving more than a dozen messages. All calls were rejected, and all messages, deleted.
I didn’t even want to hear his voice. Before all of those phone calls I had taken the liberty to use that metal from my bulletin board to actual good use. I took it and destroyed every One Direction poster that was on my wall. My alarm clock was smashed with my leather boots, and my phone definitely did not have a One Direction ringtone on it anymore, nevertheless any One Direction music. I destroyed anything and everything that was related to them. I can’t say that it made me feel better, especially because those things did cost money. But I had made the assumption that when I went to the concert, they had all known whom I was, and none of them had said a damned thing. I was pissed at all of them.
I drove into the school parking lot, only to find reporters surrounding my usual parking space. I tried to go the other way, but I remember someone saying, “There she is!” And all at once they started surrounding my car. I stopped the car, because I didn’t want to run over anyone, plus I was blinded because of all the cameras and I knew I wouldn’t be able to see where I was going.
Next thing I heard were police sirens, and they were close. I heard them say that all of the cameramen and reporters were trespassers, and that they all would have to leave the premises now, or other actions would have to be taken.
Little by little, they trickled away. Reporter after reporter. Cameraman after cameraman.
I didn’t realize that I had started crying again. A police officer helped me out of my car and escorted me into the school. He said he had to go, but they would keep an eye on the place. I said thank you, and he went away.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I didn’t want to leave any visible signs of crying because that would lead to questions, and that was the last thing I needed right now.
After coming from the bathroom and my locker I went to my first period class, AP Biology. Careful to walk in, the goal was to be unnoticed.
That was an epic fail.
As soon as the door opened, 30 pair of eyes turned to me and stared as if I were King Kong himself.
“Molly, there you are! Just take a seat, and you get the notes from someone,” said Ms. Baxter. She was a middle-aged, petite woman. With light brown hair, and green eyes. You could tell that she was really pretty back in the day.
“Yes ma’am.”
Katie sat next to me so I asked her for her notes.
People were still staring at me, and it made me feel very uncomfortable.
“Have you guys never seen a girl before?” Katie asked, “I mean, I know she’s beautiful, but staring is rude.”
People looked at Katie so weird, because they knew I was nowhere near beautiful. I wouldn’t call myself ugly, but I wasn’t exactly the prettiest strawberry in the strawberry patched.
I stared at her, myself, in amusement, because to many, that was a joke. She put a serious look on her face, though, that showed that she wasn’t joking. And then she winked at me. And I quietly got the hint.
I was so happy when the bell rang to go to 2nd period. That was my computer class, and they had no choice but to stare at their computers.
That didn’t stop them from staring in the hallways though. I got looks that I had never gotten before. Some looked at me in wonder, even the guys seemed to be confused. I was confused myself. So I didn’t blame them.
I looked ahead of me to not get too uncomfortable and noticed a crowd of girls at the end of the long hallway that is our school. And then I saw them running towards me. My first reaction was to run the other way. But then I noticed that they weren’t running towards me, they were running after someone. And that person just so happened to be Jared.
I turned the other way, as he ran up to me.
“Molly, I kept calling you last night, I left you a bunch of messages.”
“Yeah, I got them. And so did my phone’s trash.”
“Molly, would you please at least talk to me? Let me explain.”
“I have absolutely nothing to say to you Jared, or Zayn, or whatever the hell you want to call yourself.” And then he stopped in his tracks as I kept going. I’m assuming he got the message.
I told the secretary in the office that I wasn’t feeling so good, and that I think I should go home. She said it was fine, and that I may be excused from my classes for today.
I went home and lied down on my bed, thinking. Thinking about everything that had happened to me in the past week.
Katie called later that night, and she asked me why I had left school early. I told her what happened and she said she felt sorry for me.
“Molly, it sounds like he really cares about you,” she said.
“Yeah, but Katie. I can’t help but wonder if all he said had ever meant anything. The hugs, the laughs, the kisses- it all seems way to real. And as I think back on it, I wonder if he really loved me at all.”
“I understand where you’re coming from, Molly. Not from the perspective of what you’re thinking, but in another way.”
“What do you mean?”
“You remember when I broke up with Hunter last year, because he had cheated on me with Renee Aswell?”
How could I forget that one? Hunter was the captain of the football team and super hot. Renee and Katie almost started fighting because of Hunter had slept with Renee when he was supposed to be dating Katie.
“Yeah, it’s impossible for me to forget.”
A/“Well, I was confronting him about it, after Renee and I stopped fighting, and he swore to God that it was something that had just happened and that he loved me more than anything else in the world.”
“Did you believe him?” I asked.
“Of course I believed him, Molly. That’s the point. I knew he really loved me, but I let him go because I didn’t want that hanging over us. Sometimes I regret it, but I can’t go back and fix it.”
She’d never told me that before. It was news to me. I guess I understood though. She loved Hunter, he cheated it on her, but she broke up with him anyway because she just didn’t want it to be so weird between them. It made perfect sense. But that situation was completely different with Jared. He knew what he was doing, and he had lied to me the entire time. I had seen no point in that whatsoever.
I sat there thinking a while when I got off the phone with Katie, and thought about what I should say to Jared.
I didn’t have much time to think, because then my phone ring.
And it was him.
A/N
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Forever Dream
Chapter 6
I couldn’t possibly tell you how fast I ran home. Because I don’t know. All I recognized was the sound of my feet running on the sidewalk pavement, and the feel of the wind blowing my tears to the side of my face.
I burst right through the front door.
“Molly, what’s wr-“
SLAM! I slammed the door with all my might and started searching.
I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. Where the hell was that thing?
“If you’re looking for the blade Molly, I’ve already thrown it away,” my mom said.
I started cutting myself when I was 14. I was just so depressed. I felt like no guy would ever want me, and I was so stressed out about grades. Katie couldn’t help. Only counseling could. And even then, the struggle was real. That blade was the only one I would use.
“How did you know that’s what I was looking for?”
“Haven’t seen you look so frantic since then. What happened Molly? You haven’t cut in 2 years. What’s the matter?”
I started from the very beginning, meeting Jared. I told her about how long we talked that first night, and how it seemed as though we just connected. I told her about the One Direction concert. Everything. She only interrupted to ask a few questions.
“So I can see why you’re upset. But why would this cause you start cutting again Molly? I thought you had taken control of it.”
“I don’t know mom. I just don’t know why he would lie to me. I trusted him.”
“Everyone has their reasons for things, sweetie,” she said. Then she walked out of the room.
I didn’t know what she meant by that, and I didn’t really care. I looked around my room, which was covered in One Direction posters. I saw Zayn and my heart started pounding. How was I even going to sleep in this room now? I kept searching, looking around my room. My bulletin board caught my eye. Hanging from the happy board was a piece of metal worthy of slicing someone’s finger clean off the bone. I got my scissors out of my desk drawer and pried the scrap metal off. I stared at it, and then stared at my arm. I observed the previously cut skin with the still visible marks.
I just couldn’t.
I was having another thought. But something distracted me. It sounded like it was coming from outside. I looked outside and all I saw were cameras and news reporters. I ran downstairs and opened the front door. Lights flashed, and people asked a lot of questions.
“So is it true that you’re Zayn Malik’s new girlfriend?”
“How long have you guys been dating?”
“Why’d you run away?”
I had just enough time to wipe the tears from my blinded eyes before my mom pulled me back into the house. She then went back outside and said something. Then after a few seconds, she came inside again.
I wiped the rest of the tears from eyes as I realized what was going on. Word had gotten around already, and I was Jackson’s top news, since nothing else ever goes on here.
I couldn’t think and I started breathing heavily. I ran back upstairs, not hearing what my mom was saying and collapsed on my bed.
My phone ringed.
“Molly, what the hell is going on? You are all over the news! Tell me now!”
“Katie I don’t feel much like talking right now, okay? Can you give me a break?” I said.
“Just tell me what is going on, Molly. Maybe I can help.”
“I seriously doubt it Katie, but okay.” I took a deep breath. “You remember Jared don’t you?”
“Of course I remember Jared. How could I forget about my best friend’s boyfriend?” she was smiling on the other end.
“Well… Jared is actually Zayn Malik.”
Silence.
“Katie? Are you still there?”
Still nothing but silence.
“Katie, answer me!”
“Oh. My. Gawd.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So all this time-“
“Yep. All this time he’s been disguising himself as something completely different than who he actually was.”
“And now-“
“Yep. And now, paparazzi are swarming my house.”
“I’m so sorry, Molly. I honestly don’t know what to say.”
This was unusual for Katie who always seemed to have some type of advice. For her to be speechless was less probable than a person selling Christmas trees on Valentine’s Day.
“It’s okay, Katie. I just… I don’t know how I’m going to go to school Monday. You know how nosy people can be.”
“Don’t worry, Molly, I have your back. Don’t worry about a thing.” Then she hung up the phone.
I got up and got ready just like any other Monday, in a drowse. They do say that God gives us Mondays because of what we did on Friday nights. I’d done nothing wrong, but I still didn’t want to think about it.
Rodney had offered to drive me to school, but I’d decided against it. I was old enough to take care of myself.
I got in my car and started driving to school when my phone ringed. It was Jared.
I rejected the call. He had called at least twenty times last night, leaving more than a dozen messages. All calls were rejected, and all messages, deleted.
I didn’t even want to hear his voice. Before all of those phone calls I had taken the liberty to use that metal from my bulletin board to actual good use. I took it and destroyed every One Direction poster that was on my wall. My alarm clock was smashed with my leather boots, and my phone definitely did not have a One Direction ringtone on it anymore, nevertheless any One Direction music. I destroyed anything and everything that was related to them. I can’t say that it made me feel better, especially because those things did cost money. But I had made the assumption that when I went to the concert, they had all known whom I was, and none of them had said a damned thing. I was pissed at all of them.
I drove into the school parking lot, only to find reporters surrounding my usual parking space. I tried to go the other way, but I remember someone saying, “There she is!” And all at once they started surrounding my car. I stopped the car, because I didn’t want to run over anyone, plus I was blinded because of all the cameras and I knew I wouldn’t be able to see where I was going.
Next thing I heard were police sirens, and they were close. I heard them say that all of the cameramen and reporters were trespassers, and that they all would have to leave the premises now, or other actions would have to be taken.
Little by little, they trickled away. Reporter after reporter. Cameraman after cameraman.
I didn’t realize that I had started crying again. A police officer helped me out of my car and escorted me into the school. He said he had to go, but they would keep an eye on the place. I said thank you, and he went away.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I didn’t want to leave any visible signs of crying because that would lead to questions, and that was the last thing I needed right now.
After coming from the bathroom and my locker I went to my first period class, AP Biology. Careful to walk in, the goal was to be unnoticed.
That was an epic fail.
As soon as the door opened, 30 pair of eyes turned to me and stared as if I were King Kong himself.
“Molly, there you are! Just take a seat, and you get the notes from someone,” said Ms. Baxter. She was a middle-aged, petite woman. With light brown hair, and green eyes. You could tell that she was really pretty back in the day.
“Yes ma’am.”
Katie sat next to me so I asked her for her notes.
People were still staring at me, and it made me feel very uncomfortable.
“Have you guys never seen a girl before?” Katie asked, “I mean, I know she’s beautiful, but staring is rude.”
People looked at Katie so weird, because they knew I was nowhere near beautiful. I wouldn’t call myself ugly, but I wasn’t exactly the prettiest strawberry in the strawberry patched.
I stared at her, myself, in amusement, because to many, that was a joke. She put a serious look on her face, though, that showed that she wasn’t joking. And then she winked at me. And I quietly got the hint.
I was so happy when the bell rang to go to 2nd period. That was my computer class, and they had no choice but to stare at their computers.
That didn’t stop them from staring in the hallways though. I got looks that I had never gotten before. Some looked at me in wonder, even the guys seemed to be confused. I was confused myself. So I didn’t blame them.
I looked ahead of me to not get too uncomfortable and noticed a crowd of girls at the end of the long hallway that is our school. And then I saw them running towards me. My first reaction was to run the other way. But then I noticed that they weren’t running towards me, they were running after someone. And that person just so happened to be Jared.
I turned the other way, as he ran up to me.
“Molly, I kept calling you last night, I left you a bunch of messages.”
“Yeah, I got them. And so did my phone’s trash.”
“Molly, would you please at least talk to me? Let me explain.”
“I have absolutely nothing to say to you Jared, or Zayn, or whatever the hell you want to call yourself.” And then he stopped in his tracks as I kept going. I’m assuming he got the message.
I told the secretary in the office that I wasn’t feeling so good, and that I think I should go home. She said it was fine, and that I may be excused from my classes for today.
I went home and lied down on my bed, thinking. Thinking about everything that had happened to me in the past week.
Katie called later that night, and she asked me why I had left school early. I told her what happened and she said she felt sorry for me.
“Molly, it sounds like he really cares about you,” she said.
“Yeah, but Katie. I can’t help but wonder if all he said had ever meant anything. The hugs, the laughs, the kisses- it all seems way to real. And as I think back on it, I wonder if he really loved me at all.”
“I understand where you’re coming from, Molly. Not from the perspective of what you’re thinking, but in another way.”
“What do you mean?”
“You remember when I broke up with Hunter last year, because he had cheated on me with Renee Aswell?”
How could I forget that one? Hunter was the captain of the football team and super hot. Renee and Katie almost started fighting because of Hunter had slept with Renee when he was supposed to be dating Katie.
“Yeah, it’s impossible for me to forget.”
A/“Well, I was confronting him about it, after Renee and I stopped fighting, and he swore to God that it was something that had just happened and that he loved me more than anything else in the world.”
“Did you believe him?” I asked.
“Of course I believed him, Molly. That’s the point. I knew he really loved me, but I let him go because I didn’t want that hanging over us. Sometimes I regret it, but I can’t go back and fix it.”
She’d never told me that before. It was news to me. I guess I understood though. She loved Hunter, he cheated it on her, but she broke up with him anyway because she just didn’t want it to be so weird between them. It made perfect sense. But that situation was completely different with Jared. He knew what he was doing, and he had lied to me the entire time. I had seen no point in that whatsoever.
I sat there thinking a while when I got off the phone with Katie, and thought about what I should say to Jared.
I didn’t have much time to think, because then my phone ring.
And it was him.

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