The Boy Down the Street

ZAYN'S POV "Kylie?" I yelled, nearing the alley I saw her run into. Damn waitress. I wish the whore would know how fragile our relationship is. I rounded the corner and saw her. She was scrambling up, like she was trying to hide something. "I swear it wasn't what it looked like, you know how those girls are. Please, please believe me!!!" I said walking toward her. I grabbed her left wrist. She yelped and pulled away.

I looked at my hand. It had blood on it. I grabbed Kylie's arm and looked at her wrist. It was bleeding, and she looked like a kid that just got punished. "Y-you probably think I'm a freak now, huh?"

KYLIE'S POV

"Y-you probably think I'm freak now, huh?" I asked in a frail. Zayn looked at me with pure confusion. A tear rolled down his cheek. My eyes widened. I have NEVER seen Zayn cry.

"Why?!?!I'm not that important Kylie!!!" He said. He pulled me close, and I couldn't speak. Zayn was shaking, which indicated he was crying.

"I'm so sorry" we said in unison. Zayn took a bandana out of his pocket and wrapped it around my wrist. He grabbed my hand and walked out.

"I have to do something" I said as I walked into the diner. I walked up to the waitress. I smacked her in the face, turned around, and walked out.

"What was that?" Zayn asked out of disbelief.

"She's a bitch so I smacked her. Keep up Zayn." I said sarcastically. Zayn smiled as we drove home.
ZAYNS POV
"I love you, Kyliette Rose Patterson"I said as we got out of my hummer. She blushed at the use of her full name. I stroked her cheek as we sat on the couch. She snuggled up to me and we fell asleep.

Notes

IM SO SORRRYYYYY!!!!!! I havent updated in forever. I'll update later, I promise.