Used // h.s (Completed)

Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

Copyright.© 2014 All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission by the author.


5. Chapter 5.

I jolt awake as I hear a loud crash come from downstairs. I look at my iPod; it must've died while I was asleep. I pull the earbuds from my ears and hear another loud crash. I open my door and run down the stairs.


The boys are roughing it up on the living area floor. I walk into the kitchen, thankful that no one noticed me. I stop in my tracks as I see Niall stuffing his face with food. He looks up at me and smirks as I enter the doorway.

"Well.." He begins. "Look what we have here." He grins mischeaviously, making me feel more than uncomfortable.

I reach my hand up towards a cabinet containing cereal, but am stopped by a stronger hand. I turn around to see Niall. His face is hard and angered.

"No, no." He shakes his head. "That's not for you." He says.

My brow furrows as I try to comtemplate what he means. Before I can come to a conclusion, Louis rushes into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he sees Niall pressing his weight against me, no longer holding my hand against the cabinet.

"Mate, it's not what it looks like." Niall says quickly.

"Are you sure? It looks pretty cozy from over here." Louis says.

"I would never." Niall begins. "I was just telling her how things are."

Louis' face of amusement turns into a smirk. "Good."

Niall releases himself from me, allowing me to run past him and Louis, up the stairs and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I jump onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow, secretly wishing that someone was here to sufficate me with it. A knock on my door makes me wish that those prayers are answered. I drag myself from the bed, opening the door, revealing Zayn.

"What happened?" He questions.

I look at the ground. "Nothing." I lie. "I just don't feel good."

"Okay, princess, get some rest, yeah?" He kisses my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, Zaynie."

He walks out of my room and I close my door, locking it again. I warily bring myself onto the bed, wishing that Zayn could just look at me and know what is happening. I clutch my pillow close to me as I think of my only safety.

Zayn, everything about him. His comfort, his security of me, his voice. I clutch my pillow tighter as I think of Zayn holding me tight when we were younger after our parents died.

I driift into a deep sleep.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...