Twisted (Sequel to Without You)

SEQUEL to Without You! Zayn Malik was just getting back on his feet, he was just accepting the fate that had happened to him and the one he loved Niall Horan. He had moved on, yes it was with a bad person, but he didn't see it like that. He wasn't ready for the news that escaped his new lovers lips, he wasn't ready for the news that would change everything.


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3. Cornered

-Zayn’s POV-

 

“Babe come on! We are going to be late!” I shout from the doorway, Harry has been taking his sweet time with getting ready. I swear that boy takes longer to get ready than I do. And I’m Zayn, I have to have my hair perfect! We need to get to the mall soon, I think Liam will be off work in a few hours and we don’t want to run into him on the way home. I heard shuffling coming from down the hall, then a mop of curls come walking out wearing skin tight jeans and no shirt. Where is his shirt? I eyed his very nice body up and down, I’m not going to lie… he has sexy body. What? I can look at my boyfriend if I want to, he is all mine. I blush at his half nakedness.

 

“Stop drooling. I just need to get a shirt babe. I’ll be out in a second.” He says smirking as he walks into the laundry room to get a shirt. I sigh and roll my eyes. He never puts his clothes back in the drawers, he just leaves them in the laundry room waiting for him to pick one out. Its things like this that make me wonder why I fell in love with him. I walked down the steps to the sleek black BMW Harry had insisted on buying me for my birthday 3 years ago. I tried to tell him no, but he is the most stubborn person I have ever met. We have are up and downs, but don’t all couples? I sigh and suddenly realize if Liam’s birthday is coming up, so is Niall’s… My heart drops, every time I think about Niall I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feels like someone punched me in the gut, all the air in me just disappears and I have to gasp for air. I sit in the car trying to stop the gasping, I lean my head against the steering wheel and close my eyes. I instantly regret doing so, I see his bright blue eyes. They look so beautiful exactly how I remember them. Then his face comes into view, but it’s the face he had on his death bed. He looked so pale and sickly. He has yellow blotches on his skin and I could tell he wasn’t going to make it. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. I gasped at the sudden touch and turned to see Harry sitting next to me with a very worried expression.

 

“Zayn are you alright?” He asks calmly. My vision starts to blur and I feel the tears falling down my face. Harry pulls me into an awkward hug since we are in the car and the gear shift is sitting between us. I can’t really hug him that easily but it is still comforting.

 

“Baby what happened?” He whispers into my ear, I snuggle closer to his shoulder and cry harder. I start thinking about what I had seen when I closed my eyes, I thought I was over that. I thought going to three years of therapy had helped me stop seeing him every time I closed my eyes. It had been working, I haven’t seen him in so long. I guess I was wrong, I guess they didn’t work at all.

 

“I saw him…” I stutter out. He tightens his grip on me. I cry more into his shoulder, once I feel I am all cried out I pull back. He is looking down into my eyes with sorrow and pain. He told me he hated to see me cry, especially over Niall. I wince at the thought of his name. I can’t even think his name without feeling sick. I shiver and try to compose myself.

 

“Baby it’s going to be alright. Here let me drive” He offers. I shook his hands away and shake my head no.

 

“No, I’m fine. I need to drive it will help me get my mind off of everything.” I say. He nods and pulls on his seatbelt. I let out a shaky breath and turn back to the front of the car. I put the car in reverse and back out of the driveway slowly. Harry reaches for the radio and turns on his favorite station. I don’t really pay attention to what is playing. I am too focused on trying to clear my head of any thoughts of Him. The drive to the mall isn’t that long, we pull up to the mall and I park in a spot getting out of the car. I have to at least pretend like I am okay, although I am pretty sure it’s dead obvious I had been crying earlier. I take a deep breath and walk around the car to Harry, he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. His hands are so big but soft. I look up at him to see he is smiling down at me. I turn away with a blush and we walk up to the mall. I pull out my phone and find Louis contact to call him.

 

-Harry’s POV-

 

I am really worried about Zayn, when I found him in the car I knew something was wrong. He hasn’t cried like that in years. The last time he cried like that was three years ago when they made him talk about Niall at his therapy appointment. I picked him up after the appointment, and he was in tears. The therapist had waited with him until I come to pick him up. He was in really bad shape. He was crying so hard and he just kept repeating Niall’s name over and over again. I didn’t know what to do for him, I felt like anything I did was only going to make it worse for him. Then when he told me, in the car that he was starting to see Niall again. I knew had to tell him my secret. But I know if I tell him everything will be ruined, everything I had worked so hard for would come crashing down and be completely fucked. I couldn’t just give this up so easily, but I hated having to lie to Zayn’s face every day. It pained me to lie about the one thing I knew made him the happiest. I shake the thought out of my head and walk up to the mall hand in hand with Zayn. I swing are hands back a fourth trying to ease the growing tension between us. I knew I had said something to him last night when I was drunk.

 

“So where are they?” I ask, trying to help Zayn escape from his own thoughts. He looks up at me with a small smile. At least he is trying to act like he is alright, but anyone with eyes can see he isn’t. I can see the pain behind his caramel colored eyes. He has never been good at hiding his emotions.

 

“They are at Hollister looking at clothes for Louis, can’t take that boy anywhere without him looking for himself.” He says with a chuckle. I smile and nod, we make our way through the mall somehow finding our way to Hollister. This mall is huge, I honestly don’t know how Zayn and Louis can remember where any of the stores are. Every time I come here by myself, I have to stop to ask for directions. I always feel so stupid when I ask a random shopper, they always give me the same look too. They look at me like I am an idiot, it’s not my fault this mall is so big! I have always been terrible with directions and remembering where things are. Just one of those things I will never be good at.

 

“Sounds like Louis” I say joking, I know Louis still doesn’t like me all that much. I always try to be nice to him and try to get him to start liking me again. I know he never will though, but when I try I can always see Zayn get happier, he likes seeing me try to fix my mistakes. That’s why I love him, he knows I know I have made mistakes but he still loves me. He doesn’t even have to love me, he just does. I never want to have to lose his love. If I lost him I don’t know what I would do. I made a promise to Niall. I made a promise to always keep Zayn safe, and if I tell Zayn my secret I would be breaking that promise to him. And I Harry Styles don’t break promises. No matter how much I want to. I just hope he never has to find out my secrets. I sigh as we walk into the very busy Hollister, one of the workers walks up to us with a fake looking smile. I have never really liked shopping here, it’s not really my style of clothes I guess.

 

“Hello! Welcome to Hollister! If you need anything just ask!” The good looking man says. He has short blonde hair with green eyes. All the workers here look hot, I think they purposely do that. Isn’t that like sexist or something like that? This really isn’t the time to be thinking about this Harry. Oh great now I’m talking to myself. God I need to stop being so crazy. I smile back at him, Zayn pulls us to the back of the store knowing Louis would be in the dressing room already. We get over to the dressing room and see Milly sitting in one of the provided chairs outside the dressing room. We walk up to her and she smiles.

 

“Hey guys! Louis almost done then we can start shopping.” She says happily I smile back at him and Zayn goes to sit with her.

 

“Okay is Zayn here yet?” Louis says walking out of the dressing room fixing his shirt as he walked. He looked up to see me. Hatred flashed over his eyes but only for a moment. He turned and saw Zayn and smiled.

 

“Okay, well let’s go since they are here” Louis says grabbing Milly’s hand and pulling her out of the dressing room.

 

“What you didn’t find anything to buy?” Zayn says hurrying up behind them. I got up and followed them. Louis glanced behind him at me, he looked like he needed to talk to me. Why would he want to talk to me? He never wants to talk to me.

 

“Sadly no. We have better things to be looking for anyways!” Louis says laughing. Milly and Zayn start talking and laughing walking ahead of me. Louis slows down and starts walking at my pace. I turn to look at him with a questioning look. Louis stays quiet for a few minutes just walking with me. He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks watching Zayn and Milly in front of us talking about something. I wonder what they are talking about. Louis clears his throat and pulls out his phone from the pocket of his tan chinos. Louis has always had an odd sense of style, but he can pull it off. He plays with his phone for a couple of minutes, I couldn’t tell what he was looking at but he was swiping through something very quickly. He looked like he was looking for something specific. I watched him closely waiting for someone to notice the awkward silence and break it, I have found if I do that with Louis it only ends in him getting mad and yelling at me. And after Zayn’s break down this morning I don’t want to push it with him.

 

“Care to explain this Harry?” Louis says finally breaking the silence, he puts his phone in front of my face. I look at it closely and my jaw drops. It’s a picture of a boy with brown hair sitting at the food court eating with some random people I have never met. His eyes are the same blue and his smile is exactly how I remember. It’s Niall. I know it, I would know that face anywhere, I look over at Louis and he has a mad expression on his face. I swallow thickly and look from him to the phone trying to come up with an explanation as to why Niall is sitting there in the food court of this mall.

 

“Um…” I say, it’s like my brain shut off. I couldn’t think straight I couldn’t even form any coherent words or sentences. Louis was still glaring at me holding his phone up to my face.

 

“I know your secret Harry. When Milly went to the bathroom I talked to Niall. He told me everything. Don’t think I won’t tell Zayn, I will.” He says putting his phone back into his pocket and walking up ahead of me catching up with Zayn and Milly. What am I going to do…? He knows Niall isn’t dead. He knows Niall paid me to help him fake his death.

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