No One to Save Me

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, would it make a sound?

If I die and no one is around to save me, would anyone care?

(One Direction/Zayn Malik story)


3. The City and Trust

2. The City and Trust





I can't believe that Harry could be so ignorant sometimes! I still love him and still consider him my brother, but he really just knows how to tick me off! 

I decided just to go for a walk. I walked down streets and around corners. Past stores and through parks. I could get lost but if I did I could just call Paul. But right now I was mad at everybody.Paul especially because he wouldn't let me drive into Bradford to see my family.

I walked into a very wooded forrest. It was gorgeous this time of day, during sunset. I have always enjoyed sunsets. I hope that doesn't make me seem like a total dork.

This forrest was so beautiful and peaceful.

I found my way to a small, yet high bridge. I soon realized a girl standing on the bridge. I couldn't see her face but she had long light brown hair that was braided to the side. She was wearing an old Ramones shirt, ripped skinnies, and a pair of old black converse. She was quite small and skinny also. I walked closer and closer to get a better look and maybe a hello.

But then she stepped up a rail. Then another. Then another. It was then apparent to me what she was attempting and I moved as fast as I could to get to her. As soon as she let go I grabbed her waist and sat her down on the creaky bridge. 

She struggled and squirmed to get out of my grasp with her eyes closed and crying.





NO. NO NO NO NO. It's ruined. I want to die. I need to die. They ruined it. This stranger ruined my chance of happiness. THEY RUINED IT.

I cried with my eyes shut trying to get away from this stranger. I opened my eyes. 

"You r-ruined i-it!" I bawled. "I want to die. I want to die. I want to die." I kept repeating. 

"Calm down! It's okay! Please stop crying." the deep, rich accent hushed. I cried and cried.  I don't know why but I clung to the stranger but at the same time I tried to get away. 

"What's your name?" I asked, slightly yelling.

"Zayn. Were you-"

"Yes. Yes, I was trying to kill myself." I said, still breathing heavily.

"Hey, look at me." he said. Great.

"I can't." I shamefully replied.

'What, why not?" he asked. Geez, does he have to know everything?

"I can't see. I'm blind." I said.

"Really?" he asked.

"Mostly." I replied. "I can see a little." 

"Well, please. I'd like to know what you look like." Zayn said.

I turned towards him and tried to look at his face. He gasped. Odd.

I could only see a little but I know he was tan, dark eyes, dark hair, and he had a distinctive jawline. Zayn was a lot bigger than I was. A lot. He was muscular and he smelled really good. 

"Why did you try to kill yourself?" Zayn asked.

"A lot of reasons." I replied. He stayed silent for a few moments.

"I don't mean to be intrusive, but would you mind telling me a few?" he said.

I breathed in and out deeply, calming myself down.

"Well, I guess I'll tell all." I started. "Four years ago, there was a fire at my house. Some teenage kids were playing with fire and it caught on my house. It was late at night, so my parents and I were sleeping. I don't remember much from that night but my mum died, trying to save me. I did survive, obviously, but the fire blinded me and the smoke damaged my bronchial chords and made me a severe asthmatic. Richard, my father, was fine. After that, we moved to the really, really bad part of town. Richard drank and drank and drank. He wasn't really a father anymore. And he, well..." My throat cracked a little. I gestured to the hand mark bruises on my neck. "I got bullied at school and still do. My bedroom is a closet. I barely ever eat anything because all there is, is alcohol and I can't afford anything. I lost all of my friends. I barely sleep anymore. And when I do it's always nightmares. I'm constantly scared. Of everything. And everyone. Because I either lose everyone, or they turn on me. I have no one except, my one friend Ashton, but I think that he is only friends with my because our parents were. I have no future. There is nothing for me here." I paused. "I was ready to end my hell and start my heaven."

Zayn didn't say anything but I think he was crying. I felt a moist drop on my arm. A tear.

"Zayn, are you okay?" I asked, still shivering. The sun was now below the horizon, but still admitting light.

"You don't deserve that. Any of that. Just trusting me enough to tell me all of this, shows me what kind of person you are. And people like you don't ever deserve any of that to happen to them. Ever." Zayn said. I could feel him looking into my eyes.

"Everyone has just discarded me and thought I deserved everything that I got. No one would ever listen. Not even Ashton. That's..........That's why I trust you." I said.

"I'm not taking you back there." Zayn said.

"Zayn I hav-"

"Delilah, listen to me. I will NEVER take you back there. You deserve a better life." Zayn interrupted. 

"Thank you Zayn." I said. "Thank you for caring when nobody else does."

"Let's get out of here. It's starting to get dark." Zayn said. 

I nodded and Zayn stood up. He grabbed my hands and pulled me straight up. Maybe it's just that Zayn is extremely strong or I'm just extremely little. Or maybe both.

I held onto Zayn's arm very closely. Not anything like with Ashton. I hung onto his arm so tight because I know that he would protect me even though we had just met. 

We walked through the city. I heard cars swishing by and horns blaring from sassy drivers.

"Zayn, where are we going?" I asked.

"My hotel." he replied.

"Why are you staying at a hotel?" I questioned.

"Because, erm, I'm on tour."

"Tour for what?" I responded.

"Uh, I'm sort of in a band." Zayn said nervously.

"Would I know your band?"

"Most likely." he said.

"Wellll.....???"I pondered.

"Erm, One, uh, Direction...." Zayn stammered.

"Ohmigod! I'm like your biggest fan! MARRY me Zayn!!"I sarcastically squealed. 

"What?" he asked puzzled.

"I'm kidding. Yeah I've heard of you guys before. The school bitch thinks that she's gonna get marry you. That was my impression." I said. "Aren't you like super world famous though?"

"Well, yeah." he said.

"Well I am honored." I laughed. "Malik right?"

"Yeah, you?" Zayn asked.

"Delilah Renee Rosette. My parents gave me my mum's last name." I said and smiled. Just thinking about my mom made me happy.

"That's a beautiful name." Zayn charmed.

"Thanks." I said. I blushed horribly. 

"Here we are." Zayn said. There were probably around 15 screaming girls around the hotel doors. Some guy pushed them away and Zayn led me inside, safely.

We walked, to what I think was an elevator with the guy who pushed the girls away. 

"Whose this?" the man asked.

"A friend." Zayn said, sternly. Zayn obviously knew the man and seemed mad at him.

I felt the elevator move up for a while and then ding to a stop. We walked out and headed opposite directions down the hallway. 

"Thanks Paul." Zayn said. I think Paul gestured but I wasn't sure.

We walked down and came to a big door. Zayn unlocked it and we went inside

"Hotel sweet hotel." He joked. I laughed as I tried to look around. I could tell that it was quite large and modern.

Zayn led me to the bedroom and rummaged through his suit case. He pulled out a shirt and gave it to me.

"You can put this on if you like. I have to go run down the hallway and apologize to one of my mates."

"Okay." I smiled back.

"You can sleep on the bed. I'll take the couch." he said.

"No way I-"

"I'm gonna win this." Zayn interrupted.


I heard the door close and I took the shirt from my hands and laid it on the bed. I stripped to my under garments and put my clothes in a pile in the corner. I slipped the shirt over my shoulders. This really made me realize exactly how much bigger Zayn is than me. The t-shirt went all the way down to my knees. It's not that I'm really short, which i am, it's that I'm really skinny. 

I climbed into the freshly set bed. It was extremely comfortable and the blankets were extremely soft. I lifted the shirt up to my nose and it smelled exactly like Zayn. I didn't know until now that you really can become addicted to a scent.

Zayn reentered the room.

"Hey." he said.

I smiled back. Zayn undressed infront of me, given that I'm blind but could still see a little. I think that he was wearing a pair of sweats with no shirt.

He walked up to the bed and crouched down.

"Goodnight, Delilah." he said.

"Goodnight, Zayn."I replied.

Zayn lightly kissed my cheek sending shivers up and down my spine. Not like the shivers I felt from crying, but shivers from happiness. 

He walked over to the lights and turned them off. Zayn laid down on the couch and I snuggled into the pillow and shut my eyes.




~3:17 am~


I suddenly woke with Delilah squirming and breathing heavily. I shot right out of my bed when she shrieked and woke up.

"Zayn?" she breathed. 

"I'm right here Delilah. Are you okay?" I asked.

"No. I had a nightmare." she said shaking.

"Hold on."

I walked over to the other side of the bed and got under the covers. Delilah immediately turned over. She wrapped her arms around my stomach and nuzzled her head into my chest, still trembling. I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly. I could actually feel her ribs though the shirt.

"It's okay, you're safe." I said in a soothing tone. 

"Thank you for saving my life, Zayn." Delilah whispered.

"Goodnight, Delilah." I replied.

I had the warmest feeling in my heart I had ever experienced. I had saved this girl's life. A total stranger. But I already felt like I had known her my entire life. I knew from that moment that my one job in life is to keep her safe and give her the life she deserved.











A/N I loved writing this and I hoped that you loved reading it xx ~katierozzelynd~

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