Malory will get very rude and angry in this chapter. I wanted to show her side where she is unable to manage her anger because of a reason and how it affects her life. There are people out there who have anger management issues and can't help it even if they don't want to do any damage, it becomes really difficult for them and they end up ruining a lot of things including their relations with people. Let's try to understand their perspective. Because in real world, no body understands them.

Malory's POV:

"Gosh, Mal, he is so dreamy..." Paige gives out a contented sigh as she talks about Zayn. She has been doing that for the past fifteen minutes continuously. To be honest, I zoned out many times, not because I was not interested in listening about her and Zayn's date, but because I had a weird feeling churning in my gut because of it and my mind was focused on the information I got last night from Harry and mum's conversation.

"He's not just a bad boy, sometimes he is such a gentleman too. I get so confused...but it's in a positive way," she says, tying her hair into a high bun, as I wear my track pants in the girls' locker room. "It was our first date, but it felt like we've been hanging out for months."

"Yeah, like you ever noticed him before," I mutter loud enough for her to hear, as I keep my head down and tie my jogger's laces but my hands keep shaking and my mind feels like it's going to explode with all the thoughts.

"Why would you say that?" Paige asks from beside me. I can imagine her furrowing her eyebrows right now but I don't look up at her and continue to tie the laces which I'm failing at.

"Would you have noticed him if he was a nerd, someone not popular, always into studies and not doing other things which you call interesting?" I ramble.

I have no clue what I am saying to her or even trying to do with the laces because I am struggling with both. My heartbeat feels like it is at its full speed and I know if I don't control it, my breathing is going to be abnormal, and the next thing would be either a mental break down or a panic attack.

"You wouldn't have noticed him if he was just a simple guy, keeping his matters to himself with no friends, a high social status or hot clothings. Would you?" I continue to ramble, and the feeling to scream and smash everything, taking over me.

My anger is getting the best of me right now and this is not the first time. I always get thoughts to harm myself when I get angry, but I don't do that. I get thoughts to throw everything and damage the things in front of me, but I don't do that either.

But what I do is, I mentally destroy myself with my thoughts and end up speaking things which I regret later. I regret saying that at the moment too, but it just keeps on coming, and I become unable to control myself when I am angry.

"To be honest, I don't think I would have noticed someone like that," Paige says, as I give out a cold chuckle in response. "But why would you say that? Zayn's not like that," she says and I clutch my laces tightly, taking out my frustration on them.

I am not sure what is bothering me more?

That he is alive and out of jail, how Paige keeps talking about her and Zayn's date or how she only likes Zayn for what he looks like now?

"Do you think, you deserve him?" I ask her, finally leaving the laces open and standing up from the ground in annoyance, not looking at Paige.

"Why do you ask that? Do I not?" she asks and my eyes travel to her for a moment, with a straight face, I just stare at her, keeping my thoughts and my words to myself before I turn my back on her and walk out of the girls' locker room towards the basketball court, with Paige following behind me, probably confused with my behaviour.

Paige grabs my wrist from the back once we reach the court, making me come to a halt, but before she can say anything, a pair of honey-brown eyes appear in front of us.

"Hey," Zayn smiles at Paige and I. He stands in front of me in his sports uniform of the school, but this time it's not a lose baggy sweatshirt, but a half-sleeved white fitted T-shirt and red sweatpants. Paige comes forward and stands next to me and from the corner of my eyes I look at her and how her face lit up at the sight of Zayn, who looks at her like he saw the most beautiful thing on the earth, making my heart feel heavy.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, still unsure of what is happening to me as I try to walk away from them but Paige tightens her grip around my wrist to stop me. But before she could speak up, Zayn again chimes in with a smile.

"Paige, did you tell Malory how much fun we had last night at the club?" Zayn grins as he looks between Paige and I. "I could not call you last night because I was very sleepy but I did leave you a text to tell you how much fun I had on my date," Zayn says to me and I grit my teeth.

I try my best not to react, but my mind falls into a conflict and I end up doing the damage.

"Can you both stop rubbing your date in my face!" I yell, jerking away Paige's hand. I watch as Zayn's face drops and a frown forms on Paige's.

My heart pounds in my chest at a rapid speed, making me feel like it would burst at any moment.

"Woah, who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, today?" Louis quickly jumps in the conversation, running towards Zayn, Paige and I.

"Can't you just freaking keep your nose to your self! Why do you have to get in between everything, Louis?" I spat at Louis who looks taken aback with my words as his eyebrows knit together and lips purse into a thin line.

"And I thought you were changing. So much for that thought," Louis gives out a sarcastic cold chuckle, as he shakes his head at me before turning his back on us and leaving.

My eyes travel to everyone around me, a crowd of High school students gathered around us in the basketball court, all of them looking at me with frowns on their faces, some laughing, some giving me disgusted looks. I feel the tears develop in my eyes and a lump forms in my throat as I try to resist myself from crying.

"Man, she's always being fucking rude to everyone,"

"I don't get it what's wrong with her,"

"She didn't even leave her own best friend,"

"And you can mind your own fucking business!" Zayn yells at the students who were whispering about me, finally making the tears escape from my eyes and I run away from the court, hearing Zayn and Paige call out for me but I listen to no one as I run out of the school with my eyes blinking away the tears.

"Malory, stop!" I hear my brother's faint voice from behind.

"Mal!" He yells again, his voice getting louder as he catches up to me and grabs my hand, turning me over to him. "Mal, stop."

I keep my head down, as I stand in front of my brother, not daring to look up at him with my crying face. "Malory, look up at me," he says gently, his hand still gripping my wrist tightly so I can't escape.

"Why didn't you tell me before, that he was out of jail?" I exclaim, looking up at my brother and watch his expressions turn into a terrified one, his body tensing up.

"Why did you hide that from me, Harry!" I yell, as I hit him on his chest and he closes his eyes, lowering his head. "You know he made my life hell, Harry, you know," I break into sobs but my brother quickly engulfs me into his arms, my head nuzzling in his chest, as I weep into my brother's arms, who makes his grip tight around me, holding me close to him. He places light kisses on my head when I hear him whimper lightly.

"I will not let him harm my sister again,"

Zayn's POV:

"Where were you, so late at night?" My mother speaks as soon as I enter our house as she stands at the lavish staircase in front of the main gate.

"I went for a walk to clear my mind, it's only ten pm," I say, trying to walk upstairs to my room, but she places her hand in front of me to stop my movement.

"You know your curfew is seven," she says, sternly. Her body still covered in her FBI uniform, seeming she just came back home.

"Mom, I was just around the block, I wanted to clear my head," I firmly say, as I look up at her twisted facial expressions. Her eyebrows are knitted together, her lips in a thin line and her eyes glowing in anger and power.

"Your teacher called to ask me if I was okay since you were absent a few days ago, but I don't remember me being sick or you not going to school, Zayn." Her words come out in a sarcastic tone, her lips twitching upwards in a smile that is not-so-friendly or genuine.

My head falls down as I try to come up with an answer but I don't feel the need to lie because I am tired of feeling scared all the time. "I skipped classes that day,"

Before she can say anything, my dad walks out of the living room, as his hand comes in contact with my face, producing a loud noise.

My face jerks forward, my hand quickly grabbing my cheek in pain, as I bite my lip and close my eyes.

"How dare you skip school?!" My dad yells at me furiously but his eyes soon travel to my wrist, which is no longer covered by my full-sleeved sweatshirt, as it lifted up when I placed my hand on my face. "Wait for a second, what is this?" He says, as comes closer to me and grabs my hand, moving my sleeve fully upward, showing away the tattoo on my wrist.

"A tattoo?!" He screams before he grabs the collars of my sweatshirt and brings me extremely closer to his proximity. "How dare you get this thing under my roof?" He grumbles, before pushing me away so I stumble on the ground.

"Do you know that you're the son of an FBI officer, what do you think people will say when they see my son getting tattoos under age, and driving heavy bikes, skipping classes and acting as a rebel?" My mom screams, walking over to me as she pulls me up and her hand collides with my cheek, rapidly, leaving a burning sensation on my skin.

I feel tears brimming my eyes but I don't let them escape as I take a step back from my parents, my chest rising and falling in rapid speed as I breathe heavily.

"Why don't people say anything when you leave your teenage son alone for months because of your fucking business trips and cases?" I exclaim at the both of them, catching my father's attention whose face turns red in anger as he marches towards me but my mother stops him.

"Mind your language, Zayn Malik, you know who you're talking to!" My mother raises her voice as she points her finger at me and I look at her furiously.

"Yeah, I'm talking to people who are supposedly my parents but don't give a shit about their children!"

"Why are you behaving like your brother? Have you forgotten where his rebel act took him, huh?" My dad yells, getting away from my mother's grip as he walks over to me with a threatening look but I don't let him bring me down as for the first time in my life, I stand against my parents, not caring about the outcome.

"If only you both knew how to treat your kids and not throw them away in a condo with your servants, loads of restrictions and pressurizing them to do whatever you think is the best, then your other son would have been alive right now,"

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