Wild At Heart

Mehmet Narvaéz is a Mexican/Turkish boy, who like any typical kid his age in high school, deals with his share of problems. He gets straight A's and is really smart, and a little too street smart, but that's because he's been bullied, and all the bullying he has had to endure, has created in him an untamed heart, un Corazón Indomable.

He re-encounters the guys from One Direction, with whom he was once friends with, but was especially close with Zayn, who befriended him when he first moved to London. However their friendship failed, and now Zayn wants to reestablish and repair their broken friendship. But will Mehmet's untamed heart allow him to? Will he be able to let go off all the pain and humiliations he has had to endure? Will Zayn and the rest of the One Direction guys be able to save him from the painful wounds he has and save him from his self destructive behavior? Or will his heart be so hardened and untamed that he is beyond saving?

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21. Exposed

Chapter Twenty-One



            So tonight was the big premier of One Directions new music video, and of course Zayn wanted me to attend with him and the other guys. I wanted to go because I wanted to be there for Zayn, the way he’s been there for me. However, I did not want to face Louis or Lulú. Zayn had said that he warned Louis not to bring Lulú, and Zayn assured me that it would not be a problem if I went. Still, Louis wasn’t really one who followed rules all that easily. I didn’t want to run that risk. Still, I wanted to be there for my friend, and part of being a good friend, meant sacrificing your wants every here and there in order to be a friend in return. After all friendship, worked both ways.

            I was in my room, staring at my wardrobe to see what I would be wearing at tonight’s event. I didn’t know if I should wear a suit, or something semi-formal. I was up against a wall here.

            There was a knock on the door. Zayn entered. “Hey.”

            “Oh, hey...” I said frustrated.

            “What’s going on?”

            “I really don’t know what to wear.”

            “Let’s see what you got in here” he walked into the closet, and stared at the contents in it. “You have a lot you can wear here” he pulled a pair of tapered slim blue jeans, and a pink shirt that I had that my mom bought for me. I never wore it because well, let’s just say that pink has never really been my color. “Put these on.”


            “It’ll look great on you” he gave me an assuring smile.

            “Fine…now turn around.”


            He turned around. I quickly put on the clothes Zayn picked out for me. I threw on the pink shirt. “Turn.”

            He almost looked astounded looking at me. “You look good…”

            “In pink?”

            “Pink is not just a girl’s color anymore” he laughed. “Some blokes wear’em too.”

            I thought about it for a moment. “Ok, you’re right…it is a ‘bloke’s’ color now a days, but I think I look weird in pink.”

            “Why do you think you look weird?”

            “Um…I don’t know. I guess it’s because I don’t usually wear pink.”

            “Exactly, well first of, I think pink looks good on you. And second, don’t feel insecure about how you look. Trust me when I tell you, you’re a really good looking boy. So if I were you, I would not worry so much about appearances.”

            Yeah, sometimes I felt insecure about how I looked. I was skinny. I was of average height I would say. I wasn’t super tall, but I wasn’t short either. Zayn was maybe a couple inches taller, and for sure I thought he was good looking. Still, I felt he had a better style than I did. I mostly only wore clothes from Vans, as well as Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch, but mostly Vans. I had that skater boy style as a result, and always wore Vans shoes, particularly the Authentic black over white shoes, wore skinny or slim jeans, and mostly only T-shirts, and hoodies, and usually always wore my hoodie over my head.

            “I guess your right about that. I’m just not used to dressing up.”

            “I know…but if you really don’t feel comfortable coming tonight, you don’t have to come.”

            “I want to be there for you. You’ve been there for me when I’ve needed you. Now, it’s my turn.”

            “I don’t want you to feel obligated to come. I know Louis more than likely will give you looks, and might even bring Lulú, even though I warned him not to bring her.”

            “Look, maybe if I brought my friend Paola, it might even out the score. Plus her brother’s in town and maybe they can come as well.”

            “Actually, that’s a good idea” he smiled. “I know how you want to keep that low profile, so maybe if they come, they can simply pose as fans along with you, and that way it won’t be so obvious.”

            “Sounds good” I smiled.

            My iPhone started to ring. It was Paola. I answered. “Sup Pao?”

            “Oh my god, check TMZ like right now!”


            “Just do it!”

            I ran to my computer, went to that dreaded tabloid site. I was shocked to find what I desperately hoped didn’t pop up. Sure, the whole Zayn and the rest of the 1D boys having been in the hospital has kept several photographers wondering, and even posted it on the site, with a photo of me in there too. However, I was anonymous, at least until now I was. “Ya Allah!” I said in Arabic, which meant something like ‘Oh My God’. “Pao, this was not supposed to happen!” I shouted.

            “What’s wrong?” Zayn walked over. He looked at the screen of my laptop, and was about as surprised as I was. I put my phone down, Pao asking what was going on. I ignored her because of the shock. “Who took these photos and who submitted them?” asked Zayn.

            Before, it was simply just a photo of me with the boys, but I was anonymous and no one knew who I was in the picture. However, these photos were not just from us exiting the hospital, they were photos from when I was unconscious and coming out in a stretcher from the ambulance, and there were also pictures of me lying down unconscious with the boys, in the room but my mom was not in any of the photo. For that I was relieved. But how did they even get photos of me?

            Now, the question was who took them? And who authorized this to be posted? They even mentioned me by name and that apparently I was a good friend of Zayn’s and the boys. But did not mention that I was no friend of Louis’s. This was bad. Now, people knew who I was, what I probably suffered from, and if they didn’t already know, then it was just a matter of time before they learned of my severe anxiety, and were more than likely going to say I was mental.

            “Mehmet…” Zayn was now really worried. “I don’t know who took these, but…”

            “I don’t blame you!” I said, feeling like I wanted to cry. “I just think this has Louis and Lulú painted all over this!”

            Zayn didn’t deny the possibility. It was like little by little, he knew of what Lulú and now Louis were capable of doing.

            “I’m going to take care of this!” said an angry Zayn.

            “What do you mean?” my heart was now beating super fast.

            “Don’t worry about it buddy” he pulled me into a hug.

            “No, don’t do something that you’re going to regret.”

            “I’m not…but if Louis and Lulú were behind this, then I’m going to make sure that they know they should not have messed with you!”

            “No!” I grabbed on to Zayn, wrapping my arms around him. I could even feel his rock solid abs. Yeah, he probably had enough strength to untie my arms from him, but he didn’t. Instead, he gently took my hands and turned around.

            “Buddy, I care too much about you to have them hurt you like this. What happened that night, it was something that scared me and your mom, but especially your mom mate. This is a sick joke on their part!”

            He was about to leave. He was going to face off with Louis and Lulú. Louis, I did not believe was dangerous, but I was afraid of what Lulú would do. I didn’t know why I felt this, but something told me that she would retaliate against him in some way that would hurt him, and I would not be able to stand losing someone else I loved. I deeply loved and cared about Zayn, the same as I did my brother Eduardo. I couldn’t let it happen. I just had this gut feeling that she would not touch her heart even a little, and that if she felt she had to, if Zayn was an insect in her path, then she would not hesitate to hurt him, or perhaps worse.

            Zayn ran out of the room, and I stood behind, begging him and crying for him not to go after them and seek answers about this. Without thinking twice, I grabbed my iPhone, then my jacket, and headed out of the house. I even called Pao to accompany me to Zayn’s former house, and to not ask questions until we were face to face. This was so messed up, I wanted to yell and scream in agony. I didn’t know how or why, but I had a really bad feeling about this. I had this raw feeling inside my chest, that Lulú was dangerous and a hazard to anyone that stood in her way.

            It was evident in the evil look of her pale and evil eyes.

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