Zayn's P.O.V:

"Does your mum know what happened at school?" I asked her, placing the shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

"Nope." She said, popping the 'p'.

"Nolan will be joining the school tomorrow right?" I asked her, and saw her suddenly tense up.

The glass which she was holding, dropped from her hands.

"Oh sorry," She began to panic and bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the glass.

"Ouch!" She flinched, when a broken piece of glass cut her palm, which soon started to bleed.

"You okay?" I quickly bent down to her level, reaching out for her hand.

"I am fine," She replied, pulling away her hand from mine.

"It's bleeding," I said, holding her hand again.

"It's fine-"

"Leave the glass, get up," I almost ordered, pulling her up from the floor.

I walked her to the sink, and gently began to wash the blood off her palm, when two worried women caught our attention.

"What happened?" Mum and aunt Lane, came rushing inside the kitchen.

"Nothing, a glass just fell from my hands." She answered, turning her head towards her mum.

"Did you get hurt?" Aunt Lane asked her.

"No, mum I'm fine."

"Her palm got cut." I answered, pressing the cut so that blood would stop flowing.

"Is it deep?" Aunt Lane asked, coming closer.

"No-"

"Yes, it is." I said, cutting off Melanie's sentence, and she groaned.

"You wanna go to the doctor?" Aunt Lane asked her.

"Mum we don't go to doctor for small issues. Also, that doctors are crazy. The last time, I went to a doctor, he re twisted my already twisted ankle. So I won't go to a doctor." She said, pulling away her hand from mine, but I again held it, earning death glares from her.

"Where's the first aid kit?" My Mum asked her.

"It's in my room." Melanie answered her.

"Zayn, take her to her room and put a bandage on her cut." My mum told me and I nodded, going upstairs with Melanie.

"Where's the first aid box?" I asked her as soon as we entered her room.

"Last drawer of the dressing table," She answered, taking a seat on her couch and I nodded taking out the first aid box from the drawer.

"Did you find it?" She asked me.

"Yeah," I said, walking towards the small couch in her room and sat beside her.

"I'll do it myself." She said, taking the box away from my hand.

"What's your problem? Can't you stay quiet and let the other person do whatever he's doing?"

"Keep quiet and let me do it." I scolded, when she opened her mouth to protest but stopped.

I wiped off the blood with a piece of cotton and put some iodine on it.

"Sorry if it hurts. It's gonna burn okay?" I said and she nodded slightly.

I began to dress the wound, with the iodine which made her flinch and wince.

"Oooww! It's burning a lot like a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG..." She got up from the couch, freeing her hand from mine and began to jump around.

"I know, stop jumping around." I laughed at her.

"Don't laugh at me. It's burning so much," She smacked me on my arm, with her other hand.

"You look like a chimpanzee right now," I said, still laughing at her.

"I'm not a chimpanzee." She exclaimed, making me laugh more at her.

"Come here, Let me put the bandage on it." I said, patting next to me, motioning for her to sit.

"I won't come near you. You're making fun of me." She pouted and I chuckled. Hard to admit but she is looking cute, the way she's pouting.

I held her other hand and pulled her back to the couch.

"You think that I like making fun of you?" I asked her getting serious, which made her furrow her eyebrows.

"Uh?" She looked at me, squinting her eyes in confusion.

"I don't like making fun of you." I said, still in a serious tone.

"What do you mean?"

"I actually love it." I added, smirking.

"I Hate you Zayn Malik!" She groaned in annoyance and earned chuckles from me.

"What did you think?" I asked her, laughing.

"I thought of nothing. These kinds of things are expected from you." She said, rolling her eyes at me.

"Yeah, it was expected that is the reason you got serious when I said that?" I asked her sarcastically.

"I can't hear you. I can only see your lips moving, so stop talking because there's no point of it. Give me the bandage, I'll do it myself," she said, trying to snatch the box from my hand but I held it up in the air.

"You can't hear me now eh? I see." I smirked and she once again rolled her eyes.

"Stop annoying me," she whined, making me chuckle.

I opened the bandage and again held her hand, gently wrapping the bandage around her cut.

"It's done and I have a question." I said, closing the first aid box.

"Thank you and what question?" She asked me, narrowing her eye brows.

"Why do you keep getting injured all the time?" I asked her, chuckling.

"I only get injured when you come to my place. Last time I checked, my ankle got twisted when you came to my home, and even now I got my palm cut because look who's here?" She said, giving a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah yeah whatever, but jokes apart, when I talked about Nolan, that glass fell from your hand and I saw you getting tensed." I said, getting serious. I want to know the reason she got tensed. Am I unaware of something?

"No, uh.. I didn't get tensed. The glass umm.. just dropped from my hand." She answered, looking down.

"You're lying," I said. I can clearly tell she's lying. She's looking down while talking, even if she tells me looking in my eyes, I wouldn't believe her because I saw the weird look on her face, few minutes ago in the kitchen when I mentioned Nolan.

"What makes you say that?" She asked, still looking down.

"Look me in the eyes and say what I'm thinking is not true." I said.

"It's nothing, you're just overthinking." She said, getting up from the couch but I held her hand which made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Look at me," I said and she turned around.

"What is it?" She asked, sighing.

"Did Nolan do something else which I don't know?" I asked her and she quickly shifted her gaze from me.

"No, he didn't. I haven't seen him in three days." She said, looking at the painting behind me.

"Melanie, would you stop lying?" I am getting irritated now, why can't she does tell me what's happening.

"I'm not lying Zayn."

"Yes, you are. Who are you trying to protect?" She seriously needs to quit this.

"Like I said before, you are just overthinking." She said, turning around and rushing towards her washroom.

What is she hiding and why?

I was standing in the middle of her room, trying to get an idea of what she's hiding, when I saw a paper fall off her bed, due to the wind.

I walked towards it and bent to pick it up. I held it in my hands and turned it around. It was a picture of Melanie and wait, who's this guy?

I stared at that picture, which looked old and tried to figure who he can be?

Her boyfriend? Or maybe just a friend?

She looked so happy in that picture, while that boy had his arm around her shoulders, kissing her cheek.

If he's her boyfriend, then where is he now? She never mentioned having a boyfriend, maybe he is her ex. I didn't even saw her dating a guy, since I've known her.

I was staring at that picture when her phone began to ring beside me.

I saw the caller ID which read; Unknown.

I ignored it thinking she'll get it when she comes out of the washroom, but it kept ringing.

"Nerdy, some one's calling you on your phone." I said, walking towards the washroom door.

"Who's it?" She asked.

"I don't know. The caller ID says it's unknown."

"Don't receive that call!" She almost shouted.

"Yeah okay, okay. Calm down." I said, chuckling.

I again walked towards her bed and sat there, while her phone kept ringing in my hands. Her phone suddenly stopped ringing, but buzzed, means she got a message. I was about to put her phone back on the bed side table when my finger accidentally touched it's screen, opening the message she had received.

I was going to close the message and not read it, but something written in it caught my attention.

From Unknown:
I Swear Melanie if you won't pick up my calls now, you will regret it tomorrow when I come to school or even tonight at your home. DON'T YOU DARE FU*KING IGNORE ME Melanie Phillips.

My eyes widen when I read that message. Melanie is being threatened by someone? I know it's none of my business, but who is this person? It's someone from our school because he or she wrote it that, Melanie will regret it tomorrow when that person comes to school. Who can it be?

In the meantime that person sent another message to her.

From Unknown:
So I guess you won't pick up my call huh? Waliyha goes to school alone now a days right? Since her pathetic brother is suspended for one week, while I'll be rejoining the school tomorrow. You wouldn't want anything happening to your best friend because of you, would you?

What the hell is this? Rejoining the school tomorrow, wait! Is that Nolan? Is he threatening Melanie? Has he been blackmailing her?

I quickly took out my phone and typed the number of that unknown person in my phone. I was about to save it when I saw that this contact already existed in my phone, saved as Nolan's number. I kept Melanie's phone aside, as soon as I saw her coming out of the washroom.

"Did you answer the call?"

"No, I didn't." I answered and she gave out a sigh.

Why is she doing this? Did she tell anyone about Nolan calling her?

"Melanie?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there something, you're hiding?" I asked her and she groaned.

"Malik, how many times do I have to tell you that it's nothing? Why are you asking these questions again and again?" She sounded irritated, but so am I. She needs to stop hiding this.

"Because I know that you're hiding something." I said, still not giving up until she tells me, herself.

"For Gods Sake Zayn! Just stop it!" She exclaimed, frustratingly.

"Are you going to tell me what he is doing or you want me to go to his house and ask him?" I asked her, a little bit sternly because she is annoying me right now.

"Ask who? Who are you talking about?" She asked me, furrowing her eye brows.

"You know who I'm talking about."

"I-I don't." She lied.

"Why are you trying to save Nolan?"

"Nolan? He uh.. what did he do?"

"You want to know what he did?" I asked her sternly.

She was standing there, staring at me, speechless.

I went towards her bedside table and picked up her phone.

"What are you doing with my phone?" She asked me, her eyes widening and mouth open.

"Showing you what Nolan did." I said, getting angry.

"Give me my phone back!" She snapped, trying to snatch her phone from my hands.

"JUST STAY WHERE YOU ARE MELANIE PHILIPS! STOP LYING TO ME! You think I'm an idiot and I won't know it that he's threatening you?!" I yelled, making her take a step back from me.

"Zay-"

"Does anybody know about it?!" I cut her off.

I need to control my anger, why am I even getting angry at the first place. She's probably getting scared because she took few steps away from me.

"No," she muttered, looking down.

How can she do this? I'm feeling the heat inside me rise up more.

"WHY MELANIE? Why were you hiding this?!"

"I-I-I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me. He had threatened me that if anyone knows about him coming to my home or calling me then I'll regret it and he will hurt someone." She whispered, looking up at me and her eyes started to get watery.

"He freaking came here? And you're telling me about this, now?!" This is off the limits.

"You don't have to worry about me," She muttered.

"ARE YOU INSANE?" I asked her, still fuming with anger.

"Stop shouting at me," She whispered, as a tear fell down on her cheek.

"I can't believe it that you didn't stand against him and didn't tell anyone about him." I said, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

"I-I-" she began to say something but her phone started to ring again and it was none other than Nolan.

This time, I was the one who received the call.

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A.n:

Stay blessed and safe. Keep smiling cause it looks best on you. :)

Love y'all and Zayn a lot.

Thanks xx

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