Zayn

As I tramped up the stairs of my house, I couldn't help hit a picture frame on the way up, which caused it to come crashing down.

The frustration and anger was eating me alive. Smoking wasn't working, drinking wasn't working, and skipping fucking school wasn't working. I needed a release,  but I couldn't bring myself to just find a decent bird for one night no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't.

Finally reaching my room, I slammed the door as if to make an un-necessary point. Un-necessary because there was no one home to bang  the door at. I looked around the dark space, wanting nothing more than to just seep, wake-up and everything would be fine. But dreams don't just come true overnight.

I laid myself down on my bed and covered my hands over my eyes, feeling ten times more frustration.

In a way I guess you could say that this was karma, and I was just getting back what I deserved for all the shitty things Iv'e done in the past.

I stopped drowning in my thoughts when a sudden loud ding sounded through the house, indicating that someone had rung the doorbell. Irritated, I grabbed the nearest thing to my  left which happened to be a comic book, and threw it with rage at the lava lamp on my desk.

The bell rung again, making me even more angry by the second. I stormed off my bed and out of my room, blind with fury, ready to shoot anyone who thought it'd be a cool idea to come knocking on someone's door at 9pm.

I thrusted the door open without looking at who it was and boomed:

"What?!" 

The figure of the curly haired brunette in front of me, jumped back in fear.

"Sorry, is this a b-bad time?" Frankie asked, her voice cracking a bit in the fear that was basically dripping off her.

I rubbed my hand over my face in slight guilt knowing I scared her.

"What's the matter?" I asked, ignoring her first question.

She looked at me for a moment.

"I-" She paused and took a deep breathe.

"I was just worried about you, because you bunked school quite a bit, and I was just really worried because you've been missing for a week, and its Friday, and everyone's at that party Harry's having and I went for a bit cause I thought you'd be there, even Kingsley was there, and we had a few drinks but then you weren't there so-" I immediately cut off her rambling and replied.

"I'm fine." I said bluntly.

She blinked thrice and answered back.

"No your're not, because usually you would go to these type of things, and you haven't answered my texts or calls. Is it something I did? Did I do something?" She asked, her eyes growing wide.

"No you didn't, I'm just stressed is all." I replied as calmly as I could resisting the urge to slam the door right then. But an unknown feeling settled in me at the fact that she was actually worried about me.

"Oh. Well do you want to talk about it? When I'm stressed I talk to my sister about it." She spoke, in a soft voice.

"Look, I hate talking about my feelings, and I might bore you, so don't make me-" 

"I'm serious. I bet I have more garbage than you that I'd love to get off my chest if you're willing, we could do it together?"

"Frankie-" I started but cut off when I saw her face becoming sadder.

I sighed and opened the door further, so she could come in.

Quickly, she flashed into the room, before I could change my mind, and stood in the centre of my living room.

"I'll only do this on one condition though. We have to be on the roof-"

"The roof?!" she interrupted.

"The roof. And we have to sit back to back cause I'm not talking to you while you're looking at me,oh and its a must that you're drunk." I explained.

"Why do I have to be drunk?" she asked.

"How do I know you won't use this against me tomorrow or something, knowing you're drunk and might not remember will keep me willing." I spoke again.

She sighed and un crossed her arms. 

"Fine. I won't be sober." 

With that, I began to walk up my room, where there was a makeshift ladder, hanging outside my one of my windows, which I use to climb up to the roof.

***

"I have three sisters. One older,two younger.They live with my aunt back in Bradford, because my dad didn't want them to be caught up in this gang life, so he moved them. However, my mum has some attachment issues, and she wasn't so keen on the idea, so from time to time her and my dad go down there to visit." I start, but sigh knowing there's more to the story.

"That's why you're so upset? Cause you miss your parents?" Frankie slurred and made herself more comfortable.

"Its not that-" I stopped.

"I just want that mum figure around you know, to stop me when I'm getting myself into these things. To give me advice, to cook for me, to yell at me when I don't clean my room.And I want that dad figure to give me advice on girls, to have thought me how to drive my first car, to sneak me some candy when I'm grounded. I just- I just want a normal life." I ranted.

It was quiet for about five minutes before Frankie spoke up.

"My dads in jail." 

With those simple three words, my jaw hang low and my eyes grew wide in surprise at how easy she said it. Without a stutter, or hesitation, or sadness any  where laced in the phrase.

I turned around a bit so I could see her just a little.

"I'm sorry-"

"No, don't say that. I-Its fine really, when he got locked up, I went through this phase of relief, and moved here with my mum-wait that sounds bad."  She thought for a moment.

I stared at her in confusion.

"Okay. My dad, wasn't a good person. He was shady and was an alcoholic and he was abusive. Like everyday he'd hit my mum and I, it was just one big mess-" I cut her off.

"I am so sorry.  Abuse is something no one should have to go through." I said, still not realizing I was showing real emotions for a girl Iv'e been playing this whole time.

"Its fine really. It made me stronger, and now I know not to take bullshit from anyone and stand up for myself. And honestly, my mum had it worst than me because she was married to this person, and shared a room with this person. My dad set me up with this guy who was like 20, and he was also abusive, so half the time I wasn't home..." She stopped and took in a shaky breathe, which means she was either already crying or about to.

"I-"

And I couldn't help but just watch.

"He made me do things. Things I didn't want to a-and, I had to because I didn't like want to get hit I-"

"You can stop talking about it now. I know you don't want to." I said as softly as I could and turned around more until I was facing her back.

Without thinking, I slowly reached forward to grab her hand. And shock she quickly pulled her hand back and turned to face me. Then I could see that she was crying.

"Sorry." I mumbled, feeling a little bit flushed.

As I looked anywhere but her, I felt her slowly crawl into my lap and lay her head on my chest. My breathing tightened, she wrapped her arms around me and closed her eyes.

I'd never done this before so this was a bit new, but slowly, I put one of her hands in her hair and one around her waist. The only noise being heard was the crickets, and he fell asleep under the gaze of the night sky.

A/N HOLY SHIZZ WTF. IV'E NEVER WRITTEN FLUFF BEFORE XD HOW DID I DO THOUGH. SO YEAH THAT WAS FLUFFY ZEN. BEING HIS CUTE FLUFFY SELF!!! <333

ANY WHO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I HAD THIS READY, THEN COS OF THE NEW WATTPAD UPDATE, WATTPAD HAD BEEN F*UCKING UP MY STUFF SO, SORRY FOR THE WAIT. 

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