Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back


73. Liar



Okay, so first of all, I'd like to formally apologize for being away so long. I know, I have no excuse, university's just been a little wacky in its first week. 

Anyways, there is now a new cover for Constant, which is getting quite positive reviews, and so I believe it will stay.

Also, I wanted to formally announce that Constant has now surpassed 6.7k reads combined with my wattpad account. So I'd truly like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I never in my life expected to get 500 reads on something I'd written, never mind over 6.7k reads. There truly are no words I could ever use to describe the happiness I feel when I see the reads, votes, favorites, and comments on my accounts for this fanfiction. Thank you.

I hope you all enjoy three new chapters. And I'm sorry for being such a blubbering baby who rants a lot.




Nearly Two Weeks Later

-- Caycia’s POV --

I placed my hand on Zayn’s lower back, supporting him the best I could. Harry stood on the other side, helping him as best as he could as well. Zayn struggled with his crutches. He’d never had them before so he tried to use them. His arms were weak though from the several weeks he’d spent in the hospital, the muscles he wasn’t able to exercise and work for weeks, they probably felt like jelly.

“Am I ever relieved to be out of there,” he panted as he slowly moved along. I was so relieved to see him walking on his own two feet, not in that damned wheelchair anymore. He’d still be in the cast for a while yet, but at least he had some freedom now.

I was finally able to breathe now that he was out, and I was able to take him home, where he would be much more comfortable.

“It’s great to see you doing so well mate,” Harry spoke up beside him. His jade eyes stared at me, as if waiting for some reaction from me. I furrowed my brow, staring right back.

Zayn sighed. His breathing was heavy and erratic, I hated watching him struggle like this. It was like watching a poor helpless little animal, there wasn’t much I could do. “I feel so much better, I’m glad the doctor gave me a clean bill of health… well, for the most part,” he laughed lightly, staring down at the large white cast on his leg, which was already partially decorated with his little sketches and doodles.

Harry and I laughed along with him. The winter air was bitter, and Zayn was stuck having to wear baggy pants, especially sweat pants until this cast got taken off, so I imagined his thin legs were cold, however he never complained. “So what exactly did the doctor say?” I asked.

Zayn grabbed both crutches in one hand, hobbling towards the car. He placed one hand on the roof of the car, handing off the crutches to me. Harry helped get him into the low seat, closing the door behind him. I threw the crutches in the back of the car, getting in after them. I heard Harry get in and start the car up as I buckled my seat belt. The radio blared, and Harry’s long fingers quickly fidgeted to turn it down.

“So?” I asked Zayn, in case he’d forgotten my earlier question.

“Oh…” he rubbed the stubble on his face, the stubble which I’d grown to love, “well the doctor said that I’ve been doing so good for the past week that he was positive it would continue. I haven’t blacked out or had an episode for… what?... like two weeks now? The doctor’s don’t think I have PTSD or whatever it’s called, which is a really good thing. I talked to a shrink a few times and it was good, everything was good.”

“How much longer for the cast?” Harry asked.

“Uh, I don’t even know… I think like another few months.” He had begun fidgeting and I could tell he needed and wanted a cigarette.

“Shitty mate,” Harry laughed as he shifted the car into reverse, backing out of the spot, shifting back into drive and beginning the ride home.

“I know,” he laughed as well before looking out the window at the trees passing by. It was silent for a few minutes before Harry spoke up.

“Hey, you know that girl that shared the hospital room with you?” His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead, I sensed this was awkward for him. I didn’t know where he was going with this…

“Abby?” Zayn began biting his fingernails, clearly needing nicotine.


“What about her?” Zayn asked.

“Do you have her number?” I nearly choked in the back seat as Harry said it.

“Why mate?” Zayn laughed uncomfortably.

“Okay, I know that sounded weird… I uh -“ he shifted his hands on the steering wheel awkwardly, “Niall thought she was hot, okay?”

Zayn and I both burst out in a fit of laughs at the same time, Zayn’s eyes getting crinkly, his bright white teeth on showcase. I loved it when he laughed like this, it brought me such joy seeing him happy and out of that damned bed. “Really?” He managed to spit out.

Harry shook his head furiously, “yeah, I’m serious!” He began laughing with us.

“Well it’s safe to say I wasn’t expecting that,” Zayn cleared his throat, “if he’s really into her I could…”

“I think he is… I don’t know, he had just mentioned it,” Harry stuttered out.

“Well… heh, she uh… she’s damaged,” Zayn raised his hands in defense, “okay, I don’t mean that in a bad way, but in the last few months she’s sort of become…” he ran his hands over his stubble again, seeming to look for the right words, “a bit crazy… she’s become a pathological liar.”

“What?” I asked out of surprise, “what do you mean?”

Zayn sighed, “okay well it might sound like I’m crazy here, but just trust me… There was this one time where she sat me down and we had like this little conversation…”

“What do you mean conversation?” Harry asked.

“Well I don’t know, it was weird. She started talking about the past, like after we’d broken up…”

“Oh yes,” I rolled my eyes and Zayn laughed at me.

“Anyways, she told me about how after we’d broken up she dated this guy… oh shit what was his name?... Fuck, I don’t remember. Whatever it’s not important,” Zayn said with a wave of his hand, “She said that he abused her and so she began drinking. Then she found out she was pregnant, and got into a car crash because she was drinking and driving.”

I covered my mouth with my hand, “oh my god,” I gasped.

“Here’s the thing…” Zayn put his hand up, as if to tell me to stop my mini freak out. “I had a talk with one of the nurses, I had to lie to get information out of her, but I did. She told me the real reason that Abby was in the hospital… Abby actually wasn’t drunk when she was driving that car…” He fidgeted awkwardly in his seat, “She uh… she drove herself into a concrete wall, completely sober…”

“Wait, what?” I was completely confused now.

“You haven’t even heard the worst part… The nurse said that she wasn’t even pregnant…”

“Okay now I’m totally lost,” I said, not quite soaking in Zayn’s words.

“Well Abby was suicidal and she lied to me,” he bit the nail on his right thumb before continuing, “with a little bit of flirting, and a signed cell phone case later the nurse told me that Abby was in the hospital for a short time while they assessed and took care of her injuries and then they were sending her to that mental hospital over in southern London.”

“Really? Did she say what sort of disorder Abby has? Like is she bipolar?” My curiosity was getting the best of me.

“No, that was all she told me.”

“Wow, that’s pretty twisted,” Harry spoke up.

“I know,” Zayn practically whispered.

We drove in silence the rest of the way to the house.


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