The Only Exception

It's Zayn Malik before One Direction. Zayn and Lucy develop a relationship despite their popularity statuses. They love each other, but is it worth losing friends and family? Will their struggle to cope with outside forces end up in vain or will they have the happily ever after?


19. Deafening Silence

Lucy's P.O.V.

Local High School Boy Found Guilty, read the headlines in the newspaper. Jared’s face stared back at me; a light skinned guy with shaggy brown locks, an unshaved beard, and an empty stare looked right back at me. Zayn’s best friend, I thought to myself.

I read the article thoroughly, and shook my head as they continued describing him as a dishonor to the community, or in other words, a useless junkie. Jared had stolen a gun from his mother’s room when he was drunk and then went to the nearest convenience store and shot a man in the head, abruptly ending the poor man’s life. A tear escaped as I read that Jared would be sentenced to life.

I felt a pang in my chest as I wondered how Zayn would feel about this. Zayn hadn’t come to school for the last three days and I doubted he would be here today. I sighed loudly and walked towards first period as the bell rang.


I stumbled into history. I was anxious to get the day over with and considered to skip the rest of the day. I walked towards my seat and sat, trying to hum out all the noise my classmates were making. I had my eyes close when I heard someone rap against my desk. I smelled his cologne before I realized it was Zayn. I quickly turned around to look at him, but instead, I was face to face with Sheila. She had a crafty look on her face and I spun back around. Zayn was back, I reminded myself.

History droned on; the clock seemed stuck on the same place; all I wanted was to be next to Zayn. I had just closed my eyes when the bell rang. I jumped up, stunned. I looked behind me, but Sheila was still there. Zayn was nowhere to be seen. Had I imagined him?

I sulked out of the classroom when, suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand. I smiled as I realized it was Zayn. He led me to the oak tree outside. We remained standing as we tried to find the words to say. After giving up, I kissed him. Zayn’s lips didn’t waver, but it somehow felt different. We pulled away, and I saw a pained expression on his face. He sat down beside the oak tree and I followed. We sat there for the rest of lunch in silence. I wasn’t sure if I should have said something or do anything, but it was too late to decide when the bell suddenly rang.

I was willing to skip the rest of school, but Zayn stood up as the bell rang. He glanced down towards me and offered his hand. I hoped this would start a conversation, a joke at the very least. There was so much I wanted to ask him; so much I wanted to do. But Zayn still didn’t offer any words.

“Zayn,” I finally said, exasperated with the silence. It was the first time it felt awkward not saying anything around him.

Zayn only shook his head without looking back. He did nothing but walk back towards the building. Inside, I was fuming. What the hell happened? I kept my cool as we entered the building. I had the unexpected urge to cry. I slowed down as I watched Zayn disappear in the crowd of students, never once turning back to see if I was there.

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