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? All Rights Reserved © johnnyelhajj

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14. Reconnecting

Chapter Fourteen

Reconnecting

Mehmet

            I was calm, at least for now I was. I skated to my mom’s office. It was her lunch hour, and for some reason I felt this need to see her.

            Entering her office, she looked at me with surprise. “Mijo, what are you doing here?”

            “I needed to see you.”

            “Did something happen?”

            “No” I lied. “I just needed to see you” I hugged her.

            “Mehmet, I just want you to be happy. And I can’t seem to find a way to make that happen for you sweetie” she sounded scared. She took my hand and moved the bracelets off my wrist, revealing my cuts. “When the doctor showed me these, I realized you were hurting badly.”

            “Look, I know I did these myself” I looked at the cuts. “But I don’t plan to continue.”

            “Your brother would want you to be happy. Maybe Zayn coming back into your life, is his way of him looking out for you.”

            “Mom, I want my brother back so badly. I dream of Eduardo all the time. I even imagine what happened to him the day he…left.”

            “Eduardo is always going to be with us. He will always be in your heart.”

            I felt tears falling down my eyes. “Let’s not talk about him…it only makes me angrier.”

            “Ok that’s fine…but since it is lunch time, why don’t I take you out.”

            “Sure, why not” I smiled.

            The two of us headed downstairs. Restaurants here in downtown Los Angeles, tended to be a little high class. We headed to Starbucks to get something refreshing to drink since it was hot, then we headed to a small Mexican restaurant just on the outskirts of the city.

            “So you enjoy your lunch?”

            “Yes” I nodded.

            “So you want to tell me what happened between you and Louis?”

            “What?” I raised one of my brows.

            “I know you and him got into a really bad fight before you came to my office.”

            “And how did you find out?”

            “Well the way you’ve been hiding your bruised hand. And also Zayn called me when you stormed out of the house without telling him where you were going.”

            “So he had to open his trap!”

            “Zayn just wants to look out for you. You can’t blame him for that.”

            “Mom, if you’re going to lecture me on this whole me and Louis thing, you can forget about it because I’m not going to budge.”

            “Look, I don’t understand this animosity between you and Louis. But it needs to stop.”

            “I’m not the one who started this animosity mom. He was the one who did.”

            “It doesn’t matter who started it. I’m just saying it needs to stop now!”

            “Tell him that!”

            “Mehmet, I love you, and I will always love you…but Eduardo would not want…he would not want you to be this unhappy.”

            “Well he’s not here to witness it. So I guess it doesn’t matter.”

            “Try to find peace mijo…it’s the only way you’ll be ok.”

            “I will never be ok mom.”

            “You say that because you’re still young and inexperienced. But you will.”

            “I know he will be” I heard Zayn say from behind.

            I turned around. “What are you doing here?”

            “Your mom told me where you were, and I’m here to pick you up.”

            “I called him, to let him know that you were ok” said my mom.

            “You worried me when you left” said Zayn.

            “Well I will leave you two. I am heading back to work” said my mom, then she looked at me. “Behave.”

            “Sure” I said, then she left, and it was just me and Zayn.

            “How was your lunch?”

            “It was good” I sighed. “So my mom called you huh?”

            “Yeah, I called her to tell her what happened.”

            “Naturally.”

            “I was also really worried because I had no idea where you went.”

            “So you were worried about me?”

            “Of course” he said sincerely.

            “Shukryah” I thanked him in Urdu.

            He chuckled. “I haven’t heard that one in a long time. You still remember your Urdu?”

            “I remember some things here and there, but I can’t really speak it anymore.”

            “Well maybe I can help you with that” he smiled.

            “Sounds cool” I smiled back.

            “Let’s go home” he said. “Let’s take it easy the rest of the day.”

            “Rad.”

            The both of us got up, and headed back to the house. We both managed to have a rather decent conversation without any bickering. Ok, so if anyone does the bickering around here, it’s me. Still, somehow my anger for Zayn was somehow subsiding. It was just no longer there. I really didn’t know what it was that made it fade, but a really big part had to do with the fact that despite my difficult and major attitude problem, he still stuck with me, despite the fact that he didn’t have to.

            During our train ride, we both tried to speak in Urdu. I understood it more than I spoke it, but because I could read and write in Arabic, I could also read Urdu, since it was written with a variation of the Arabic script.

            Being around Zayn, talking to him, actually understanding where we were each coming from, made me realize how much I missed and how much I actually enjoyed talking to him. It definitely was enough for me to want to forgive and forget. Especially because he was with me at the hospital actually giving a damn. He could have easily said it wasn’t his problem, but he didn’t, and that had to count for something. At least to me it did.

            Arriving back home, the house was empty with no sign of Louis. I was relieved, but at the same time I felt like whatever issues were going on between Zayn and Louis, was my fault. I didn’t want to be the reason or cause behind a broken longtime friendship.

“I know it might be stupid to even ask, but why does Louis hate me? I’ve never even done anything to him.”

            He looked thrown off by my question. “Louis’s always been very distrusting of others. It’s not dislike” he tried to water it down.

            “Don’t sugarcoat it. It’s one thing to not trust people. But it’s another completely different matter to go out of their way to make them feel bad…so I just wanna know what is it about me that he hates so much?”

            “He does not hate you. Honestly, I don’t think anyone could ever hate you.”

            “Come on…this is me you’re talking to. So please be honest with me.”

            “I am being honest with you. But then again, he still thinks you took the money.”

            “Well I didn’t take it.”

            “I know…and I believe you.”

            “And why do you suddenly believe me?” I asked. “How did you even draw the conclusion that I didn’t take the money?”

            “Because I realized you never knew about the money. It was a secret we kept between the five of us.”

            “Well then Louis clearly told Lulú about it, because they were like super intimate.”

            He smiled. “You’re very observant.”

            “I try to be. But sometimes I fail.”

            “No one’s perfect.”

            “Yeah, but it was under my nose the whole time” I felt the urge to kick myself. “I always felt uneasy around her…there was just something malevolent about Lulú that always scared me. It was that evil look in her eyes, like she had some kind of ulterior motive that was obvious, but at the same time, not so obvious.”

            “Don’t beat yourself up over it…it’s in the past and believe me when I tell you, that I will somehow make this up to you.”

            “Zayn, you’re not indebted to me. You don’t owe me anything.”

            “You’re wrong” he said with a guilt ridden expression. “I hurt you. I said mean things to you, and you were just a boy, you’re still just a boy. So I do owe you.”

            “I’m seventeen years old Zayn. I’m not such a little boy.”

            “I used to say the same thing to my mama when I was your age, and even though I felt like I wasn’t a boy, I really was, and so are you.”

            “Well, I’m a big boy” I joked.

            “Look, just let me do this for you. Let me make it up to you by taking care of you and helping you through these difficulties you’re facing” he took my wrist and ran his fingers through the cuts.

            Noticing the look of care in his expression, in his eyes, I wanted to give him a hug, and I was going to. I was going to tell him that I forgave him, and that I did want him in my life. But the sound of an opening door interrupted the moment. We both looked to see who it was. Suddenly, knots formed in my stomach. It felt like the roof was going to collapse on top of me, crushing me down.

            “I can see you’re both surprised to see me again!” Lulú smiled evilly, her pale green eyes darting at both of us. Louis smiled as well, aiming it sarcastically at us, holding her hand.

            “What is she doing here?!” demanded Zayn.

            I started trembling. Suddenly, I was scared. She was evil, and no one had to say it. She was after something, something that she couldn’t easily get.

            “She’s my girlfriend!” Louis said sarcastically. “We’ve been back together for quite some time now, and she’s come to live with us.”

            “Well you cannot bring her into our house!” Zayn ordered. “I know what she did, how she drugged and framed an innocent boy!”

            “Oh Zayn” Lulú laughed, and it was clearly evident that she felt she could get away with anything, even murder. “Louis will never leave me. I’m his girl, the girl he’s dreamed with his whole life!” she said lustfully.

            “Get her out of my house!” I demanded, trying to hold back the panic in my voice. “Get this crazy bitch out of here!” I yelled.

            “Watch your mouth before I rip your tongue!” Louis threatened.

            “Watch your mouth!” Zayn warned, while I was panicking because of Lulú’s evil presence. “I’m also not going to tell you again to get her out of here, or believe me I will get her out of here by force if I have to!”

            “You touch my girl, and you’ll have me to deal with!” Louis smirked.

            This was so scary and well, scary. There weren’t other words to describe how scary this moment felt. Louis was a different person with Lulú. It was like she had him mind controlled, because he was completely subjecting himself to her. This was weird and scary. Lulú was dangerous. It was clearly evident in her eyes.

            “Let’s get out of here babe!” she chuckled evilly.

            “Oh, and just so you know, Lulú is going to be living with us, so if you’re not ok with that, you can leave!” Louis tossed.

            Zayn was definitely thrown back by that, but he responded by saying, “Then you can expect me to move by tonight. Because I will not live with a criminal like her!” he darted at her.

            Louis left without caring how Zayn felt. He and Lulú finally left, and it was just us. I was trying really hard not to panic. Somehow, I knew she was capable of far worse than planting fake evidence and drugging people unconscious. I knew it was silly to do so, but I immediately hugged Zayn, and without hesitation he hugged me back, telling me that I was safe with him, and that nothing would happen. Somehow, I believed his words. They were true and sincere. Of that I was sure, but with Lulú, it felt like anything could happen.

            I just had to hope that she didn’t interfere with my life, or Zayn’s.

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