My Faults

Valerie’s P.O.V.

What the heck, Chrissy? Just.. geez I’m too tired even thinking for you to leave me. “Believe me Valerie when I say this, I meant what I told you earlier. This time, I’m hurting you even more. Let’s turn the pain up a notch.” I sat there waiting for something. A movement outside the window made me glance back at it. I stared for a full minute before Chrissy Doll launched herself at the glass before disappearing just as fast as I ducked away. What.. ? I don’t understand. Show yourself, Chrissy Doll. I looked around furtively, growling lowly. Since when did I turn all… animal-like?

Zayn’s P.O.V.

Oh my God, Lou. No. Not the pink shirt. I face-planted into Louis’ pillow while he held up
another shirt. “Sometimes Lou,” I stated, “You seem a lot like a girl to me.” He pulled a face at me before putting the shirts away. “Well, it ain’t my fault that your sense of fashion is well, plain,” Louis muttered. I laughed then lay down. What’s that hard object under this pillow? I got up, removing the pillow, revealing a doll. Chrissy Doll. “Well, this thing isn’t staying in the house after all this,” I muttered. Louis nodded in agreement. I headed downstairs to smash the doll with a hammer. It’s not drastic.. it’s just for precautionary reasons. When I got to the kitchen to look through the drawers, I found Valerie kneeling on the floor.

“Love? What are you doing?” She sprang up in surprise, looking at the window, explaining, “Well I saw something move outside straight after Chrissy Doll said that she was going to make pain worse for me.. and then I stared at the window and she came laughing herself at the window but right when I ducked, she disappeared and I got all weird.. I had to protect myself.” She laughed a little to herself before continuing, “I sounded like a lion cub learning to growl like a brave lion does.” I laughed lightly before she looked at me. “So what brings you down, Zayn….?” She trailed off as her gaze shifted down to my hands. She backed away slowly as I advanced towards her saying, “Valerie, I’m not doing anything bad. Please listen?” She shot me a look of first anger then it warped into fear. “What are you doing with her, Zayn?” She whimpered out. I moved away from her and searched through the bottom drawers. I know there’s a hammer here, somewhere. I then took out a hammer and held it up for Valerie to see. Bad move. I mentally face-palmed as she backed away more.

“It’s for Chrissy Doll,” I said to her. Her eyes widened at that. “To kill me, Zayn?!” She exclaimed. Fuck. “No, no! I’m going to smash her. I don’t like how she came here and scared the living daylights out of you.” A small smile crept to her face as she took a few steps closer. “You’re destroying her, for me?” She asked quietly. She’s so beautiful and adorable. I nodded before smiling warmly at her. I looked at the doll then brought the hammer to her face, smashing her fragile face. The porcelain skin cracked after the fourth hit, finally breaking in. I continued breaking every part of her body until I reached her legs. The doll’s legs were soft and made of fabric with stuffing. The hammer won’t do much, here. I took out the kitchen scissors from the second drawer, snipping away at her legs. I feel like the false mother in Coraline. I shook my head lightly, noticing Valerie sit in the high stool, watching my work. Finally, after snipping the last bits away, the stuffing came free.

Chrissy Doll is now destroyed. I looked up and saw Valerie smiling at me. I smiled back before scooping the broken glass into my hands. “Fuck,” I muttered as the sharp bits cut my fingers. Valerie shook her head and got a dust pan, sweeping away all the remains of the doll, throwing them into the trash. I followed her and threw out the glass in my hands. “Looks like you need some help there,” Valerie gestured towards my hands. My face flushed in embarrassment as I looked at my hands. There were small cuts scattered around my palms and a few on my fingers. I sat down across from Valerie but she got up, heading towards the medicine cabinet. I watched her move about in the kitchen as she took out the first aid kit, filled a bowl with water before putting it in the microwave. Smiling lightly, I managed to sneak some proper glances of her whole body, sighing in disappointment when I remembered what that bastard did to her. As I observed her further, she still walked with a slight limp. I looked away, unable to accept that she was raped. What if Louis wasn’t with her? What if.. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed heavily, my nostrils flaring as I forced angry tears away. I heard Valerie giggle as she touched my hands. “Awwh, Zayn.. these cuts are nothing serious, it’s okay. You’re a big boy now.”

I laughed at her caring comment. She doesn’t know how much I care for her. She opened the first aid kit, taking out cotton balls, Medi-swabs and a pair of tweezers. She took my left hand in hers, her right hand holding the tweezers. She took a cotton ball with the tweezers and dipped it into the warm water; gently wiping each cut on my left hand. I tore my gaze away from the cuts and looked at her concentrated face, admiring how her hair framed her face in such a cute manner. I wish I could take a photo. I had been on break from my job for about two weeks now. I go back on job on the 16th of this month, July. Today is the 10th. My thoughts reverted back to Valerie. I felt her hands do magic as all the blood had stopped seeping out of each cut. She repeated the same on my right hand. She looked up at me, catching me gaze at her all this time. I looked away quickly before looking back at her. She stuck her tongue out at me. Ugh, don’t do that. I want to kiss you so bad. I crossed my eyes and pulled duck lips at her. She laughed at me, continuing on, wiping away each cut gently with the cotton balls.

When she finished, she rested my right hand on the cool kitchen counter, tearing open the Medi-swabs. Oh.. this is gonna sting. I pouted slightly to show her I didn’t want them. She sighed lightly then said, “The pain will be swift and plus, I’m only putting it on this big cut here.” Her finger hovered above the cut that went down my thumb. I grimaced as she applied the Medi-swab down lightly on the cut. I flinched at the pain, squirming in my seat a little. Oh my God, toughen up Zayn. Valerie moved the Medi-swab away seeing me this way. I gave her an apologetic and embarrassed look. She shrugged it off, smiling at me. She stood up and threw away all the used cotton balls, washed out the pinkish water in the bowl and returned back; taking my hands in hers. She brought them close to her face and blew on them, closing her eyes in the process. Marry me, Valerie.

She blew on my cuts a few more times, stating, “The cuts need to breathe, so don’t do anything as of yet. Otherwise they’ll start bleeding again. Feeling okay?” I chuckled then nodded, adding, “Thank you, Valerie.” She laughed, and then reached over to me. Could this be…? Sadly, she only took my glasses off. My vision blurred slightly but I could make out what she was doing. She polished my glasses clean then laughed quietly. “Ah, Zayn, you should clean your glasses often. They have fingerprints everywhere. It’s practically a crime scene.” She giggled after saying that. I chuckled again as her body leaned across the kitchen counter, putting my glasses back on again. Before she moved back, I moved my hands to cup her cheeks. As I did so, her breath hitched slightly but she smiled again, saying, “Zayn, your hands.” I shook my head lightly, smiling back. She fell quiet as I searched her eyes for any hesitancy.

All of a sudden, we heard Louis walk into the kitchen, singing out, “I’m, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt. OH YEAH!!” We both wore surprised looks on our faces before laughing quietly, letting Louis witness this moment. I leaned in and captured her lips with mine. It was a simple kiss. No tongue, no lust or bad intentions.

We pulled away, staring at each other, her face flushed, the heat radiating onto my hands. I kissed her again, this time, holding her hands in mine gently. In the background, we could hear Louis celebrating his arse off. I felt a vibration on my lips as Valerie giggled against them. I couldn’t help but laugh with her, pulling away once again. I pulled her hands towards my lips, kissing each finger, softly. She giggled out, “Zayn, you know that tickles.” I cocked an eyebrow up. “Really now?” I asked in curiosity, a smirk forming on my face.

“Zayn, you tickle me and no more kisses for you,” she threatened. I fake-pouted and then said, “No fair..” I smirked again and continued, “But that only applies for today.” Her eyes widened in awe as I said that before laughing and laying out more threats.

I smiled to myself as Louis gave me a pat on the back. This moment.. is ours.

Notes

*dreamy sigh* Aren't they just so pretty?

I CALL THIS SHIP.... Valerayn. :D

Who ships Valerayn as much as I do? XD