Zayn Malik

As she laughed, I could tell that everyone realized she was not as broken as she seemed. Her laugh that was angelic, but broken. It was beauty to my ears. It showed me she was still strong — which mattered because she somehow got me to care, after only knowing her once.

"Elizabeth, right?" Niall asks tilting his head, she looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm Elizabeth. . ." she spoke and it seemed she would have continued only she shut her mouth instead.

"Can you stay with us? Please? So we can get to know you before we leave to start our first tour?"

Elizabeth bit her lip and nodded, Louis grinned and he and Niall started talking t her excitedly as they led her to our car.  "Zayn, mate, d'ya think that there's somethin' wrong with Elizabeth?"  Harry asks as Liam walked ahead.

I bit my lip and nodded, "Yeah, I do, Harry.  She reminds me a' somethin'. Let's go before Liam leaves us." I answer and me and Harry jogged up to the van.

We got into the back and saw Elizabeth sitting there staring out at the sea. I sat down beside her in the middle as Harry moved beside me closing the door. Soon we were heading off and Elizabeth pulled out her phone twirling it in her hand.

"Is it okay with your family?" I ask her and she looked up at me through her dull brown eyes, "Is it okay if you stay with us? I mean, ya are goin' to stay with five boys. Is it alright with your mum?"

Elizabeth shrugged and laid her head on my shoulder, "I dough know, my Ma doesn' care for me."

I frowned and she took my hand playing with my hand, "I'm sorry, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth shrugged and looked at me through her lashes, "Don' worry, esta bien."

I frowned again deciding not to comment as she pulled out her phone and started looking through the pages. "It's been said and done. Everything beautiful thought's been already sung."

Elizabeth suddenly stopped singing and she looked at all of us with a blush on her pale cheeks. "Sorry, m'not a good singer."

Harry nodded, "Your right, because your amazin', who told you otherwise?"

Elizabeth shrugged, "To many people."

For the rest of the ride everyone stayed quiet, wondering how such a girl could speak the way she does.

I looked down at her and she smiled at me before closing her eyes, I took his time to examine her. When I did I knew what was wrong with her.

I saw how her body was pale, but the paleness didn't seem to fit her, her body seemed to have been curvaceous at one point, but now it's like her bone's are sticking out, her hair looked lifeless (like she no longer cared for it), and her lips were chapped and a pale, pale, pink.

She looked sick. However, the thing that stuck out must, in figuratively way, not the the way her bone's had, was she fact there were scars, bruises, and all the sort on her.

Thus, came my conclusion.

Elizabeth, the beautiful angel on my shoulder, was either getting abused, or bullied. None of which sounded good.

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A/n; so, I was planning on something different, but instead this wrote out. Sorry 'bout that. Do any of you want a Point of View from someone else? Let me know in the comments, or even private messaging.  😊