Help Isn't Such a Bad Thing (Zarry/Nouis)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight:

I woke up with a smile on my face the next morning due to the dream I had about Zayn and I. It was the most amazing dream that I had ever had and I was hoping that one day it would be my reality.

We were walking around the park holding hands and as always he was smoking a cigarette. The two of us had big smiles on our faces and we were laughing at everything. All of the things that I was frustrated about suddenly just went away and all that mattered was the man walking by my side. He was telling me about some more drawings that he had done that he wanted me to look at. The sparkle in his eyes as he talked about his art just made me melt. I knew that he was finally going to live out his dream as an artist and I was the one that would be next to him the whole way through. I couldn't help but stare at him as he spoke about the future and what he thought it would entail.

He noticed me staring and smiled, "What? Is there something on my face or something?"

I smiled back and slowly shook my head, "No."

"Then why are you staring?"

I shrugged, "You're just so beautiful that I don't want to take my eyes off of you for even a second."

"Very funny Hazza."

I stopped walking and stopped in front of him to look into his eyes, "I'm not kidding Zayn. You are the most beautiful thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. I couldn't be any happier than I am right now. I've wanted to be with you for so long and now that it's actually happened I never want to let you go. You're perfect."

Even though he wanted to hide it I could see the blush creeping onto his cheeks, "I'll never be as perfect as you darling." He leaned down and connected our lips. The feeling of us kissing was the best thing in the whole world. It felt like magic and I hoped that I could kiss him for the rest of my life.

I was still smiling at that dream even though it was a few days ago. Today was now Tuesday, I had that dream almost a week ago and I still couldn't get it out of my mind. I was disappointed when Zayn hadn't showed up to school on Thursday or Friday but I thought maybe he was just sick or something. I was going to text him to ask if he was alright but decided against it. I didn't want him to think that I was being clingy or anything, especially since we weren't dating. But now it was Tuesday and he wasn't at school Monday or today. I was starting to get worried about him so I took it upon myself to gather all of his homework from his teachers and visit him. I was currently in my car (my mom surprised me on Saturday telling me that the car was now mine) driving to Zayn's house with a long list of homework assignments and text books on the passenger seat. I was singing along to A Team by Ed Sheeran and I couldn't help but think of Zayn. His voice sounded so beautiful when he was singing along to it and I wished that he could sing for me all of the time. By the time the song was over I was pulling into the Malik driveway and turning off the engine. I grabbed my keys and shoved them into the pocket of my coat before picking up Zayn's stuff and closing the car door.

I walked up the front steps and knocked on the front door. After waiting a few moments I knocked again but again there was no answer. I heard a noise coming from the inside so I knew someone was in there. I knocked once more only this time I made sure that it was loud enough for someone to hear. Not too long after the door creaked open and an angry looking man stood in the doorway.

He looked me up and down with a disgusted face and grumbled, "Who the hell are you?"

I stuttered, "H-hello sir. I-I'm Harry St-styles."

"I don't want any of whatever you're selling. Get the fuck off of my porch."

No wonder Zayn slept under that bridge. I wouldn't want to come home to this every day. I assumed that his was his dad but he didn't seem like the loving father that a kid should have. He had such an angry look on his face and he smelled like he showered himself in alcohol. I could smell some smoke coming from the house and I heard someone yelling from the TV.