The Boyfriend

Amanda is a simple girl from Vancouver, Canada. She and her boyfriend Zayn go through all the normal troubles and fights any other relationship suffers though. But what Amanda doesn't know is who Zayn Malik really is. She begins to feel distant from him and demands to know what's going on.


4. Bad News

"He what?!" Zayn yelled. I looked at him, slightly scared. "It's probably nothing, he's just joking around!" I said trying to reason with him. I decided to tell him about Niall because it was eating away at me, but I regretted it completely. He was definitely not happy about it. We were in the front parking lot at school, just about to go home. He was just about to open the car door when I blurted it out. He stopped suddenly and turned slowly to me, which is when he freaked out. "He is not joking. He knows you're with me! Why would he do that?" he said frustrated and angry. I couldn't believe how mad he was getting about it. I've never seen this side of him. I put my hand on his arm and said, "Hey, don't worry about it. I don't think he'll do it again." He looked down and shrugged me off. "Get in the car," he ordered. I wisely listened and got in. He was silent the whole drive back and I was getting worried. "Listen, I'm sorry. I overreacted. You're right, it's probably nothing," he said when we pulled into my driveway. I looked into his sweet, brown eyes and replied, "It's okay. I hope I didn't ruin your friendship." He smirked and said, "Don't worry, you didn't." He kissed my cheek softly and I got out of the car. I waved as he pulled out and then I went into my house, right to my room, and passed out. I was anxious and exhausted. For the rest of the week, Niall didn't bother me. I didn't even see him at all. I went to the movies with Zayn on Friday night. We watched Paranormal Activity 4 and we both agreed it was a pretty bad movie. We had a long make out session though, so we missed most of the movie anyways, and I was still dizzy from it after. He was such a good kisser, it was unbelievable. The taste of his lips always left me wanting more. I was in love with Zayn Malik, and I wasn't afraid to admit it. When I got home, I turned on the news and sat down. "Breaking news, a 10 year old girl found a dead body under a tree at Robert Burnaby park. The police haven't yet determined who it is." I stared at the TV in horror. I couldn't imagine what the little girl must've felt. I was getting curious and I wanted to know who it was that died, what if I knew them! My leg wouldn't stop shaking as I continued to watch the news, waiting. I dozed off but then woke up instantly when I heard the TV repeat the story, but this time they said who it was. "The dead body has been determined as 18 year old Niall Horan. He was a student at Burnaby Mountain Secondary School. He was found with multiple stab wounds and a slit throat." My heart dropped to my stomach. I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it! I felt like I was going to be sick. I turned the TV off and just stared at the black screen. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but didn't bother to wipe it off. So many thoughts were going through my head. How could this happen? Why did this happen? I got up and ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out. When I finished, I brushed my teeth, sat on the couch, and started crying. I wondered if Zayn heard about it. I pulled myself together and grabbed my phone to text him. "I need you to come over, now." Almost instantly he replied, "I'm on my way." I didn't know if he knew yet, but if he didn't, I had to tell him, which meant I needed to be strong. Five minutes later, he let himself in, and came to sit beside me. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked with concern. I looked into his eyes with a sad expression, "Did you hear?" He cocked his head to the side, "Hear what?" I couldn't look at him. I tilted my head down and played with my fingers. "What?" he demanded. "Niall was found dead," I said slowly. I could feel his eyes on me, but I never looked up. "He was what?" he asked, his voice only a whisper. I couldn't take it any longer and looked up at him, only to find a single tear stream down his face. "You're lying. You're lying!" he angrily exclaimed to me. He was in denial but I had to make him accept it. "I'm not lying! Why would I lie to you about this? They just said it on the news," I prompted with as much sincerity as I could. "No, no, no, no..." he repeated while banging his fist on his knee. It was so hard to see him this upset. I started to cry as well. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. I pulled him into my lap and cradled his head. He was sobbing so loudly, it shattered my heart. He eventually fell asleep in my arms, and so did I. The last thought I had was: Whoever put him in this much pain was going to pay.
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