White Lies

Chapter 4.-White Lies

I sat on my bed as I just sat there, doing nothing. I took out my IPod and put my headphones on. I silently sang along to Eliza Doolittle – Pack Up. 

I get tired and upset,

And I'm tryin' to care alittle less,

When I google, I only get depressed.

I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told..

Don't worry. There's no doubt.

There's always something to cry about,

When you're stuck in an angry crowd,

They don't think what they say,

Before they open their mouth's.

You gotta pack up your troubles in an old kit bag,

And bury them beneath the sea,

I don't care what the people may say,

What the people may say about me.

Pack up your troubles in an old kit bag,

Don't worry about the cavalries.

I don't care what the whisperers say,

Cause they whisper too loud for me.

Hot Topic, maybe I should drop it.

It's a touchy subject,

And I like to tiptoe round'.

The ship going down.

We got not penny, no pound,

So if your business is running out,

It's not my business to talk about

They don't think what to say before they open their mouth..

You gotta pack up your troubles in your old kit bag.

And bury them beneath the sea,

I don't care what the people may say,

What the people may say about me.

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag.

Don't worry about the cavalries,

I don't care what the whisperers say,

Cause they whisper too loud for me.

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,

And bury them beneath the sea,

I don't care what the people may say,

What the people may say about me.

Pack up your troubles, get your old kit bag.

Don't worry about the cavalries,

I don't care what the whisperers say,

 Cause they whisper too loud for me.

I sighed heavily as the door opened, and I put away my music quickly. Zayn stared at me sadly. I shook away his glare, looking down at my feet. "Boo, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk to you like that. I swear on it." I nodded wearily at him, and got up. He was much taller than I was, but I still could manage to reach up and kiss him on my tippy-toes. We smiled into the kiss, as I pulled away,"Babe, lets go out to eat? Please?" Zayn sighed. " I don't know. You've gotten hurt, and I don't need the paps thinking I've hurt you." "But Za-ayn..Ple-e-ease!!" I looked up at him through my lashes, staring at him with a glassy-eyed puppy dog look. He sighed again, and nodded. I squealed with delight, throwing my arms around his neck. He told me to go and get dressed nicely. 

When we got to the restaurant, people just stared at us, wide-eyed at my casted arm. It was still sore from Zayn grabbing it, but I shook the nightmare of a small-fight away. We got in and sat down. I told Zayn I had to use the bathroom, and he nodded at me, but didn't seem to be paying attention as he was looking at his Menu.

When I came back, he was nowhere in sight. I looked around desperatly, and seen him kissing our waitress.