Over Again - Sequel to Why Me?

The next thing was all a blur. An ugly face coming out of the darkness, a swinging bat and the shot of a gun...
Everything went black....

Those were the last words of the last chapter of Why Me? Please read xoxo


30. Always Have, Always Will

Chloe's POV 

"I hate you dad, I hate you so much! You have done nothing for me, noth-" I was cut off by my father slapping me. "Don't you say that you little b****! I have given you a home, food and school, you are a lying piece of crap, now get out of my sight!" 

I could almost feel the weight of my dad's familiar slap pound down onto my cheek as I rustled around in my bed. 

"Yay, she's alive!" said one of them loudly, I noticed he had brown, messy hair and green eyes. He was wearing a striped shirt and some red skinny jeans with suspenders. "Ssh, she has just woken up Louis, you need to be quiet," said another. This boy had brown hair also but was shaved, leaving about a centimeter of hair upwards.

I recognised them as Louis and Liam but didn't have time to think about it as another flash hurled me into another dream. 

"I'm afraid to say that only her boyfriend can stay in here at the moment," the doctor said. Boyfriends? What boyfriend? Was I missing something? I had never had a boyfriend before so this was a bit alarming. 4 of the boys left and the one who stayed smiled softly at me, his eyes searching mine.

He had a very nice smile I couldn't help thinking. He had brown, tousled hair which was styled as a quiff, sort of. His dark, brown eyes were a mystery and intriguing. I couldn't help thinking how handsome he was.

That was Zayn. I knew it by his eyes. 

I woke up feeling much better. I felt safe somehow, weirdly, I never felt safe. I looked down and saw someones hand covering mine. I followed the arm right up to the face and realized that it was Zayn.

I could his feel his hand covering mine, making me feel safe. 

"Um, a bit better but my stomach still hurts a bit," I answered. "That's normal, that's fine. I will ask the nurse to give you some paracetamol," the doctor said leaving the room," by the way you have a very loyal boyfriend. He has been here since 7:35 last night,"

Memories of my previous flashbacks flooded into my brain. I recognised the situation, I could remember it but I still had a lot to go. 

Suddenly, my father had his arm around Zayn's neck and a knife was pulled out of his pocket. My father brought it slowly up to Zayn's face as Zayn struggled around. "You put that bag down and get back upstairs and no one will get hurt," he said slowly.

"No, no," I whispered as the thought of Zayn getting hurt tore my heart. 

"Now, you need to get what you deserve," he said and started ripping my clothes off me...

I cried out as that memory haunted me.

It was so nice to be in Zayn's arms again. I didn't know how much I had missed them. We must've looked weird for someone in a car passing by, a girl, teary and dismal hugging a handsome, fit boy but I didn't care, I was no longer sad.

My cries died down as the thought of Zayn's arms surrounding me and keeping me safe, relaxed me.

Suddenly, my hands didn't feel so safe and I knew I wasn't with Zayn. Someone was tugging me. The hand was ruff and I didn't feel safe. 

I found myself out of the the crowd and facing the man I saw earlier. Dave.

"Thought I wouldn't recognize you," he snarled. 

The familiar voice of Dave sent unwanted shivers down my spine and I whimpered in the memories of his abuse.

"Don't ever say that Chloe. You think too low of yourself. You are the most beautiful girl I have seen and you are definitely not a hassle. In fact you are the opposite, you are so fun to have around and I wouldn't want you any other way. You are perfect Chloe," he said, saying the last bit softly.

My whimpers softened and I listened closely to Zayn's voice soothing me. 

I felt terrible, what had happened to me? We arrived at the hospital 10 minutes later and Zayn helped me out. I wretched a bit but nothing came out. Ugh, what was going on?

We went in with Zayn's arm around my waist, making me feel safer. I rested my head on his shoulder," it's going to be ok," he whispered.

I remembered that weird feeling of being pregnant, it was horrible but Zayn had been helping me and that was what counted. 

"I don't hate you Chlo, I could never hate you. You should hate me and I will never let you go back home," he said. He stared into my eyes and then kissed me softly, cupping my face.

I remembered that moment so well. When Zayn had hurt me but there he was, being so truthful to me and I knew I could trust him. 

"Hey Chlo," Zayn said, walking over to me and sitting down next to me, kissing me on the forehead. "Hey Zayn," I said smiling. "How's our baby?" he asked, patting her stomach softly.

"Our?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Well, I thought that we could raise it ourselves. I mean, we don't have to and..."

I rolled around restlessly in my bed as my head pounded with thoughts. 

"Where are we going?" she asked. "It's a surprise," I said happily. "Ugh, I hate surprises," she moaned, slumping into her seat. "You will love this one," I said, looking at her.

I ripped the sheets off me as I grew hot and flustered. 

"Come on, let's race! 3... 2... 1!" and we both sped off. Zayn was beating me at first but then I caught up at the last minute and won.

"YAY!" I exclaimed, dancing around on the ice, forgetting that I had just learnt to ice-skate. Zayn started laughing, as I zoomed around doing some weird dance moves.

I smiled into the darkness as more memories came flooding into my brain. 

Suddenly, I was pushed up against the wall, smacked across the face and the bags of shopping dropping from my hands.

I hated this. I felt safe with Zayn and then suddenly I was brought back into pain. 

My thoughts got interrupted by a man smacking me around the face," we have called your 'pretty boy'. He has 48 hours to come get you otherwise... death will get you."

My head was throbbing, I so desperately did not want to remember this. 

"For god's sake dad, why are you doing this? You just keep on repeating the same abuse. What is it doing for you? How is this making you feel better?" I asked. Something flashed across my dad's eyes but it was too quick for me to recognise.

The first time I had stood up to my dad and I think I had to thank Zayn and the boys for that. They gave me some confidence. 

Zayn whipped round and was immediately smacked in the stomach with a bat. Zayn groaned and collapsed to the floor, in pain. I scrambled out of his arms, the pain of my bruises not contrasting with the pain of my heart.

I hated to see Zayn hurt, this was breaking me. 

Something else cracked and we all turned round. The next thing was all a blur. An ugly face coming out of the darkness, a swinging bat and the shot of a gun. Everything went black.

I shot up in my bed, ripping off the bed sheets which had managed to creep back on me and sprinted out my flat. I ignored the cold, the wind blowing in my face. I had to get to Zayn. He needed to know.

I ran and ran. After some time, I arrived at the familiar door and pounded on it. "What the..." I heard Zayn mutter behind the door. He opened the door and a wave of guilt swept over me as I saw how tired he looked.

His eyes lit up slightly and he smiled at me. "Chloe, what are you doing here? And um, at this time?" he asked. "I remember Zayn!" I said excitedly. He looked at me in confusion and I spoke again. "I remember. All those times! With you and the boys, everything!" I exclaimed.

His face lit up with so many types of emotions, you couldn't count: love, confidence, thankfulness, everything. Suddenly, I felt two arms lift me up and swirl me around. I laughed and put my head back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he kept me up, resting his hands on my thighs.

"You have no idea how happy I am," said Zayn softly. His voice was husky and tired, making me tingle. "Do you remember... everything?" he asked. I nodded. "Even... the bad things?" he asked again. "Yeah," I mumbled as a memory slipped into my brain.

We stayed like that forever, not speaking just resting in each others arms, savoring the moment. A rush of feelings ran into my body and I now knew what I felt for Zayn. Every little detail of my memory just increased my feelings and that's why I had to say it to him.

"Zayn?" I asked softly. "Yeah?" he whispered. I took a deep breath but the words were already there, rolling off my tongue," I love you." His whole body stopped and for a moment, I didn't think he was breathing.

He kissed me softly and whispered against my lips," I love you too. Always have, always will."


That was literally the looooooooooooooongest chapter I have ever written!! And the last one :( :'( Literally crying right now!! This movella has mean't the world to me and I really hope that you have liked it as much as I have!!!

There is still an epilogue which is going to be coming out later this week and I have some thank you's to certain people who have been SO nice and supportive, etc.

If you liked this movella please, please have a look at some of my other ones and would mean the world if you faved me as an author or something!!!

I have just published a new movella called: Haters Gonna Hate. It's a Louis Tomlinson one and it's basically about how he thinks that this girl on twitter broke Eleanor and Louis up. And so on and so forth... ;)

It would mean the world if you could read it and tell me what you think!!!

I really hope you have liked this and don't forget that the Epilogue will be coming in a few days..... !!!!

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