Chapter 23

                                    

                                          
Edward pushed himself away from Zayn, only to stand up to his feet, as he turned away from him, so his back was facing Zayn. He could feel the adrenaline in his body, although his heart fluttered and jumped. 
                          
He didn't know if he wanted to come back into Zayn's arms or scream at him for making him feel the way he did. "No. It wasn't. " Crossing his arms, a frown made its way to his face. The room was silent, and all they could hear was Edward's rather ragged and heavy breathing, and felt the thickening tension building up. 
                          
The brunette sighed. "Why did you have to do it?" He didn't expect an answer, knowing Zayn, the boy was always so secretive, and he didn't like that. Because it made him wonder and made him like him even more than he already did. But he wasn't going to admit it. These feelings were just getting in the way, and Edward was stuck with sleepless nights, and could only think about those golden, honey eyes. Those frames that made him look so innocent, yet he was far from that, he had a filthy mouth, and if that didn't turn Edward on, he didn't what did. He shouldn't have been thinking such things like these, since it wasn't even helping the situation. 
                          
"Why did you have to kiss me? Was it funny to you? Was it because of my vulnerability? Was it because you saw me so weak in that alley that night?" He held back the forming tears in his eyes, and fuck, this was probably why. He became such a mess, crying all the time. "Why are you doing this? Like I said last time, this is pointless. Do you pity me? Because if you do, I don't need your damn pity or sympathy. Leave me to fucking die and get run over for all I care.." he grumbled under his breath. Zayn has never said a word, which confused Edward even more. He could feel his presence, hearing light footsteps louder and closer every time. He bit his lip, trying to hold in a sob.
                          
"What did I do wrong? " The seven year old asked the sky, filled with bright stars and the shining moon above his small body that was curled up in a corner. He recalls the screams he received from his father a few moments ago, and he could feel a tug at his heart. The cold wind hits him, making him shiver, goosebumps appearing on his skin as he hugs himself, attempting to keep himself warm.
                          
Edward was in a dark and deserted part of the town, the streets filled with filth, and the air full of danger and fear. Thinking that maybe there were people out there, waiting for the right time to jump out and attack him. The boy was afraid to move an inch, and was now laying down on the ground, with tears streaming down his face."Why does daddy hate me? " He questioned the night sky once more, feeling his eyes droop. 
                          
"I wish you were here, Mommy." Edward told no one in particular with a soft voice.
                          
"I wish you were here.. " He said quietly, before he fell into a dreamless slumber.
                          
"Edward - "
                          
"It's true, isn't it? " They faced eachother, Edward smiling slyly, and Zayn having a sad look on his face. "It isn't. Edward, I care about you. I didn't kiss you because I pitied you. I didn't find it funny or a joke to laugh about. It wasn't because I saw you in a vulnerable state, nor because I saw you weak that night. And I will certainly not leave you alone to die and get run over by anything at all. I care about you, no matter how hard you try to push me away. Don't think that I'm pretending, because I'm not. I care because I want to be the one who's there for you when you need a shoulder to cry on. You clearly need someone there to bring you comfort and care for you -" he was quickly cut off by a harsh yell.
                          
"I don't need you! I never did and I never will! I don't need someone to care or be there for me! I never asked for you to care. Why now? Why, when I'm like this, messed up and such a fuck up, huh? Why couldn't you have stayed out of my life?" His words were harsher than his loud shout, and his eyes were red, filled with hot, warm tears. Both of them stood there ground, not wanting their walls to break down. Zayn knows his is faltering and was on the verge of collapsing but, he didn't care. Not when Edward was putting up this strong and tough guy act, when Zayn knew that was far from the truth. He was dying inside, it was obvious and evident with how he looked so pale, skinny, and fragile. Zayn was afraid to say another word, fearing that it might put Edward close to the edge. But he knew he had to say it. No matter how hard it must've been for the curly headed lad. "You're broken. I'm trying to be the one who fixes you!" 
                          
"No one ever cared! So why now? Why did you suddenly care? I'd rather be broken then be given false hope of someone trying to mend and fix me!" Edward dropped down to his knees, moving away from Zayn, with his swift movement. 
                          
Zayn felt his throat become dry. "Edward, please.. " he pleaded. Walking in a slow pace, he was coming closer and closer to the sobbing and delicate boy. Wrapping his arms around Edward, he whispered soft and loving words into his ear, as he continued to sob in his arms. Placing him on his lap, he pulls him closer to him, kissing the top of his head.
                          
"It's going to be okay. Shh. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Shh. Calm down baby. No one's gonna hurt you.. " And for the first time, it was Zayn who felt like such a fuck up. 
                          
"I'm so sorry.. "
                          
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"Harry, for the last time, if you don't stop this behavior - " Harry could only roll his eyes at Desmond. "Then what? I'm not afraid of you. I don't care what you say. I'd rather be dead than feel like I'm missing something in my life, and that's all because of you! " That was the last thing Des heard before the front door slammed shut, his son disappearing and was out of his sight.
                          
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Hey guys! Okay, so first of all I'm sorry if the flashbacks are still confusing. And I'm still unsure if I want to put this book on hold or not. But meanwhile, I'm still going to post chapters until then. And this book seriously needs to be edited, but I'm a little shit since I'm not going to yet. But hopefully this chapter isn't too bad. 
                          
All the love,
A
                          
To Be Continued ...
                          
Word Count: 1.1k
                          
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