The Inside Story.
He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw…
Darkness inviting him in. Cold and deadly silence chiming softly to the cold wind’s music. Nothing but darkness on all four sides. And he didn’t like it one bit.
Darkness is his sweet weakness, his vulnerability, his Achilles heel and he hated the fact that such a thing which could easily be overcome, could now plot to his downfall. And other than that, it was heights.
He was scared of heights and his fear of it wasn’t any greater than the blankness of his surroundings. But let’s not get into that, shall we?
He was afraid. He was scared of being lost in the void of forever forgotten. He was scared of being sucked into the blackness. He was scared of being lost in its mist that no one would be able to find him even if they tried. It would be a hopeless feat anyway.
He was scared of the words oblivion, void, forgotten, lost and other such words. They constantly reminded him of his constant current state which he lived in. He himself was lost in the chaos of confusion and he cannot find himself which puts him under the forced pressure of anxiety and depression.
He didn’t want any part of this. He hated it. All he wanted was a normal life of happiness. Not filled with hard-bound complications.
The problems he faced were humongous. His mates knew about it very well and tried their best to get him out of it but could barely help him out because of the depths he was stuck into. It wasn’t something he had created for himself. It was just a bundle of his confused emotions, wandering thoughts, a state which his mind and his body had chosen without his true consent.
The only things he found solace were in his voice, music, his creative graffiti, a bit of physical pain from his tattoos engraved on his perfectly rich-toned skin and best of all, cigarettes. These are the only things which manage to take his attention away from the grim realities and enjoy the pseudo beauty of the world which he had created for himself. It was the only escape Zayn had from life.
Coming back to the reality which he had feared of facing, he stubbed his newly-lit cigarette and swore silently as he groped in the darkness and searched for the light switches. He cursed even louder when he stumbled upon a few things and stubbed his toe. Well, you could understand that by the cold clatter against the polished floor.
The moment one of his hands felt the protruding impression with sharp ridges which could only mean that he has finally found the switches. He pressed them, turning all of them on and off again and again but no avail. This time he yelled, throwing out such dirty expletives that no one should hear. Well, there was no one in the house so that shouldn’t make any difference.
Zayn found it weird that no one was there in the house. Usually someone had to be there. No one ever had left the house empty and today had to be the first.
Either Louis would be there playing pranks or Harry playing with ingredients, trying to create something new. Maybe Niall with his guitar or busy gobbling food in front of him or Liam who… does a lot of things to keep himself preoccupied like keep a check on them. But today no one was there.
All the life had gone out of the house cause no one but the people belonging in it can truly make it a home worth living in. Plus it was dark and no one was there to celebrate the special occasion with him even though he didn’t want to spend it himself. But he knew his mates well.
He knew they wouldn’t leave him all to himself and make sure it would be a huge blast. But he himself knew it would be in the form of a surprise which he hated so much.
Surprises! Why is it so important in life? Why do people have to be scared out of their wits only to be treated in a good way or maybe bad?, he always asked them to which they would often chose to ignore. Well, it never made sense to him nor any one gave him the answers to make it simple.
He yelled a few known names for some time before he was completely sure that he was all alone in the house which he was trudging blindly with a suppressed sigh.
Goosebumps appeared on his skin and the hair on it felt like it was standing on it’s ends. It was cold that night and he was dressed in a red and black checked shirt whose buttons were left open but the sleeves were folded up to his elbows. Inside, he was wearing a black vest which was completely shown off and the black torn jeans hung lowly on his hips. Still he could feel the cold breath of the wind on every inch of his skin of his tattooed body. All he wanted to do was wrap himself in a warm blanket and wait till someone comes for his help.
But he didn’t want to portray himself as sissy. He was a huge example of bravery as the image he held for his three sisters and he didn’t want to ruin it for them, even if they can’t see him right now. It was a test and he was going to pass it.
His elder sister, Doniyaa knew about his fake upholding of his character image and usually threatened him with it but according to his youngest sister, Safaa, he was the most perfect person she had ever seen and he was her role model.
She had adored him so much, the only person who made him feel so loved. He knew that if he had to do it for someone it would only be for her cause she deserved it so much. Cause he loved her.
He walked using his best calm he had in him and tried to guide himself without knocking anything down. Well, it was still pitch dark. The electricity had seemed to run out. Suddenly he got an idea. Well, took him long enough.
Running his hand through his long hair, he pulled out his lighter and pressed it, letting a yellow flame ignite. Small source of illumination and heat supply which barely had any effect but usually something is better than nothing. That tiny flame had given him a new sense of security and comfort that told him that he would manage to pull through.
But what would happen if it would just go out, leaving no warning of leaving it’s existence? A good thing to think about.
Unfortunately that’s what exactly happened. The flame disappeared way faster than the time it took to light up. He cursed again. And tried to light it up a few times but it refused to. He chucked it somewhere in the dark in anger and now again, he had to trudge in the dark, back to trusting his own instincts again.
There were soft, abnormal whisperings of the wind as if trying to warn the person of it’s ghostly presence. Coldness held itself in the air. The house itself felt deserted. Abandoned. Forgotten.
He shuddered at the mere thought of those word, reminding him of his fears again. It was all stupid thoughts, he assured himself weakly, wondering if this was what he should actually believe.
He walked blindly with no direction in mind. He didn’t have any clue which room he was wandering in, even though it was a house which he shared with his four best mates. He just felt lost. Completely lost. Completely left out. Which left him uneasy.
So he did the first deed that came across his mind. He began to take the name of his loved ones. Starting with Saffaa. And somehow it began to make him feel better again. He felt like someone was there with him.
Usually under a pressurized state, a man speaks about things which are in his mind, without any thought of altering his words.
Just when he reached a name which he thought he wouldn’t utter, a hand clamped his eyes. He nearly let out a yelp of terrified surprise and the next moment his mouth is muffled by a slender hand. Definitely a woman. Plus she was smart. Covering his eyes when it is already dark. Maybe thinking that he could make out the dark figure of the humanoid creature he maybe knew.
She pulled him closer to her body. Since he had to bend down a bit, he assumed that the fearless lady is shorter than him.
“Don’t make a sound and follow me… Something is wrong here!” She whispered with a hint of urgency yet a tinge of mockery in it. Zayn actually began to wonder who this feminine figure was. He somehow recognised the voice but just couldn’t place it in the people he knew.
Maybe she was under the bundle of disguise? You know that could always be the possibility, being in the biz world.
Her hand was still on his eyes and the other was now wrapped around his shoulder, guiding him through the unknown way which only she seem to know. He didn’t want to rely on her. It just made him feel helpless.
He just wanted the electricity back just enough to light a bulb and give him his sight back. Then he would feel better. So much better that even grateful wouldn’t cover it. But he quietly followed her guide without a sound but filled with sighs.
The sound of a light being switched on gave him some sort of relief. It was like she had read his mind. Who was this lady?
Suddenly the blindfold on his eyes were removed. And they revealed a beautiful girl with brunette waves and a straight fringe nearly covering her beautiful electric blue eyes. She had red heart-shaped lips and high cheek bones which contained a tinge of blush. Huge nerd glasses covering her face and a smile end to end. She was short comparatively but had a slender body which was dressed in a black crop top and a red ruffle skirt complimented with a pair of red pumps.
His eyes widened in recognition. “Kim!” He gasped. “Kim!” He yelled in assurance that it was truly her by gripping her arms and shaking her vigorously. “Kim, you are here!” He yelled louder, picking her up by her narrow waist and turning her around in happiness. “Zayn! Put me down!” She whined. He let her down and then hugged her tight. “Miss Kimberly Saunders, I missed you so bloody much.” He whispered as he gave her a bone-crushing hug. She gives her cute laugh which he missed the most. “I know you did, silly!”
She pulled away. He wanted to stay like that for some time. He really missed her that bad. She had been away for such a long time that he missed the physical being of his best friend. The best friend that he loved so much.
She waited for the words to tumble out of those beautifully shaped lips of his. He knew that she was waiting for him to say something of her return. “You came back? Why?” He asked softly, his hands still wrapped around her waist.
“Well, I heard you call my name so I did.” She shrugged with a soft smile, adjusting her hands which were around his neck. “So how was life without me?” he asked as his eyes followed the strand of hair he brushed off her face.
“Well, it was fine… but not any better without you…” She admitted shyly. “But…I have two surprises for you…” She continued as she removed her hands and gently pushed him away. He didn’t mind. “But you know I hate surprises.” He whined adorably which made her ring her cute laugh again. “Oh Zayn… Do you think that changes anything?” She asks, slapping his cheek softly with a laugh.
“First!” She announced. He hands slowly moves towards her hair, grasps it nicely and pulls it away. Only with time did he realise that all this time it was taken place by a wig. Once it was completely off her head, he saw the new hairstyle she had. A messy pixie cut with rare highlights of red and blue and a side fringe. She then removed her nerd glasses and flung them aside. Her blue eyes shaped perfectly with the natural eyeliner and kohl being the dominant feature now.
Before she looked nerdy and cute, now she looked cute and sexy. He loved the before her for she was a natural but now he was loving the new her, it was defining the deeper truth of her character.
“Wow!” He admired her new look. She was shyly smiling and her hands were entwined, fingers interlocked. “You like it?” She asked softly. “Like it? I love it! You look like… You! The new you!” He admitted, shocked or maybe surprised. “Oh, wait till you see this!” She said excitedly as she turned around, facing her back towards him.
As she bent her head, a tattoo at the back of her neck soon came into view. It was a red heart with the wings of an angel. The same, just like the one on his chest. Carbon copy. His finger slowly began to trace the inked skin which made her feel ticklish in a good way.
It seemed like she wanted to feel his smooth touch. His skin coming in contact with hers. He too liked the feeling. “Beautiful!” He murmured in awe.
As far as he can remember, she never wanted her skin inked and she was sensitive to pain. But this was a surprise that he never expected to happen. Never in his wildest dreams.
She turned around, his hands go back on her waist and hers, around his neck. “I thought hard and finally came to the decision that I’ll have the one just like yours. Best friends should have something common after all.” She innocently explained but Zayn’s thoughts were just somewhere else. But he did know what she was taking about.
“But why? You hated the concept of tattoos!” He asked curiously. “I know… But I wanted something that would gimme a constant reminder of you… Since cigarettes are not my thing, I decided a tattoo would make up for it.” She shrugged off coolly. “God, you are so cute!” And she blushed on his compliment.
“Time for your second surprise!” She yelled, desperate for the topic to change from her. He groaned. “I thought we were done!” “So did I. But apparently there is still more.” She smiled innocently. Yep, that meant there are some tricks up her sleeve. She got out of his grasp and went to open the doors of the adjoining room which led to his bed room.
Before she pushed the doors open, she turned, her hands still on the metal handles. “One thing before we do this. Remember I’ll still love ya!” And with that she pushed the door open, her back till facing against it.
And hell broke loose. That too in his room. “Happy Birthday, Zaynie!” Everyone in that room yelled.
There was a chocolate truffle cake with a lot of candles, different coloured balloons, colourful streamers, and the party bomb which exploded all over his room. His friends and family were all present. In London. Wow! That’s when he realised the reason why she had said ‘I love you’ to him.
Cause she remembered how much he hated surprises. But it was only her arrival that made the day the best.
She looked at him with that ‘So? You like it?’ look and he wanted to do a lot more for an answer. And without thinking, it happened.
His hands grabbed her arms and pulled her towards himself and hugged her tightly. Then held her face between his huge palms and crashed his lips against hers in excitement. Awkwardness surrounded the air in that room and it only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. The next moment, realisation hit them both hard on the fact of what he had just done.
Silence filled the air. Everyone present there was staring at the duo. They ignored their surroundings. They didn’t care. All that mattered was that unintentional kiss which produced more than just sparks.
He just realised that he felt a lot more than just Kim being his best friend and that he began to realise the depths of his feelings now. She realised that kiss had poured out all of his feelings out for her and that the feeling was not just mutual but actually got the tingling on her skin, which made her feel amazing.
His hands were still gripping her arms and their faces were closing in slowly, without them realising the fact. They were completely into each other’s eyes. His hazel eyes looked deeply into her icy blue ones. For the first time, she actually observed the black flecks on his brown orbs. Lips came in contact as much as both of them wanted and his lips felt soft against hers.
His hand fell down to her hips and the other firmly supported her by placing it securely around her back. Her arm instinctively wrapped around his neck while the other hand gripped his strong but well shaped jawline which was complimented with his rough stubble. He could feel her smile as each time when their lips broke contact only to collide again.
Only when their surroundings came into view did they realise that their friends and his family waited patiently for the party to get started but for the patience they had, they could only wait and watch.
Everyone was watching except for Safaa and Waliyaa who had their eyes covered by their elders to protect their purity of innocence. Kim bent her head down so that their fore heads could touch and breaths could mingle, feeling the hotness of air exchanged between them.
“You do know everyone is watching, right?” She murmured, her eyes squeezed shut. He found it very adorable and chuckled under his breath. “I know but since when do you think I care?” He asked curiously.
Clearly the conversation was going on so softly between the two that no one could understand what was going on. “Just informing, Your Highness!” She shrugged as her eyes opened. “Well, let’s get back to the party.” She prompted unwillingly. “Or maybe we could just get back to what we were busy doing.” He suggested, knowing that it was exactly what they wanted. “Wish we could but I have some guests to entertain.” A pout on her face. “You know we could always send them away.”
“Ya, and then be counted as a bad host? No thanks, Zee!” His voice dropped a little lower. “You know how I feel.” “I do…” He waited for her to complete her sentence expectantly. “Well, know the feeling’s mutual.” She said knowingly as she pushed him away to greet her patient guests, pretending that just a few minutes ago nothing had happened between them. He just smiled at the thought.