Back and Forth

Chapter Twelve

Unedited and short.
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I help Waliyha and Safaa put the things they bought in Tricia's car. They both seem to be exhausted just like I am. I hope Mikey and Stella are too because I want to go to bed early tonight. Today has been a long day.

"What is that on your back?" Tricia's voice startles me. I turn to face her and she looks at me worried.

"What?" I breathe.

"That giant bruise," she says turning my body around to get a better look at it. I hold my breath trying to think of lie fast. I shouldn't have worn a tank top.

"Mum hurry," Waliyha whines, and shuts the car door.

"That is, um, well the other day I was-"

"Honey, be honest with me," she pleads.

"I was walking down the stairs and fell," I mutter, looking down. "It was an accident."

"Just like the paparrazi who accidently hit you?" she asks and I nod.

"Exactly," I say awkwardly.

"Okay," she looks at me skeptically. "Be safe my dear," she hugs me.

"You too, bye," I wave to her and walk back inside. That was a close one. I hope she doesn't ask Zayn about it, we just made up.

"Kasie?" Mikey's tired voice calls. "Can I have some milk?"

"Sure, it's getting late so afterwards you should go to bed," I tell him. He doesn't protest and just follows me into the kitchen.

I get him a glass of milk and he takes a sip. I walk with him upstairs before tucking him into bed. Mikey is just so cute and small for his age. After I make sure Mikey is okay I go to check on Stella. I knock on her door and she calls for me to enter.

"Hey," I smile and walk in.

"Hey," she replies back.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I ask.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," she says and an awkward silence fall upon us.

"So, um did you have fun today?" I ask, hoping she did.

"Actually, I did. Thanks for everything," she smiles a little.

"Don't thank me, I didn't pay for it," I laugh trying to lighten up the mood.

"Right, it was your millionaire, popstar boyfriend," she giggles to herself.

"Do you like his music?" I ask.

"Yeah, I do," she nods.

"Maybe some day you'll meet him." I smirk.

"Yeah, I don't know about that," she shrugs it off.

"Why not?" I frown.

"I'm not the social type. I am usually very awkward in situations like that," she says. She sounds like me.

"Don't worry," I tell her and get up to walk out. "It's getting pretty late, you should go to bed."

"Alright goodnight," she tells me before I leave.

I wash my face and brush my teeth before slipping on a pair of pajamas. I think I'm going to call Zayn. I just want to hear his voice and see how he is doing. I really do miss him a lot. I get comfy in bed before calling him.

"Hey, babe," he answers on the second ring.

"Hey," I smile, really happy that he answered. "What are you doing?"