Silence is a scary sound

Capítulo 14

I roll on to my side trying to stop the noise until I realise it's my bedroom door bashing open.

"What's happened?" I ask with the least attractive voice ever, when I spot Zayn walking in.

He's holding a tray from the kitchen.

"Oh, sorry... I thought you'd be awake," he mumbles turning back to the door.

He looks good, he always does, it's part of he's nature I've come to understand, but I can still tell his hangover. Why is he even out of bed before me?

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I ask sitting up in bed.

I'm starting to remember every detail about last night, and I would like to have a word with the past me and force her to scold him.

"Uh, no... I made you breakfast," he says awkwardly turning his head to me.

"You what?" I ask rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

Is he being serious?

"I feel bad for last night," he says taking the chance to walk back and lay the tray on my covered thighs.

"You made me Weetabix?" I frown looking down at the bowl.

"No," he shakes his head with a chuckle. "That's for me!" He takes the bowl and dips a spoon in it. "The rest is for you."

There's a cup of tea on the tray and I move around the different biscuits he's laid. Where did these even come from?

I take the tea and hold the cup tight when Zayn sits next to me, facing my side, making the bed dip slightly.

"Ta," I whisper taking a sip.

"Thank you," he says with his mouthfull.

"Zayn," I sigh rolling my eyes.

"Sorry," he says with his mouth still full trying to swallow. "Done, thank you Clara," he leans over an leaves a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

"Ew, get off me," I tease moving my head away.

He leans even closer and licks my cheek, bitting my skin seconds after.

"Stop it, you've just eaten!" I squeal moving over to the side.

I clean my cheek against my sleeve and take a sip of the tea.

"Miss Wyatt only likes chocolate huh?" he asks making me spit my tea out into my cup.

I've been trying very, very, hard not to think about that.

I lay the cup on the tray, trying to ignore him and take one of the biscuits. It's a digestive biscuit with dark chocolate over it.

Chocolate

I leave it back and take a plain one.

"I'm sorry for coming home like that yesterday," he mumbles leaving the bowl on the tray.

"Just stop doing it Zayn, or go somewhere else after," I say scowling at the memory.

"You want me to leave?" His face is pale, the blood draining out.

"No Zayn," I shake my head, frustrated. "I don't like seeing people like that."

He nods and looks down at his legs, that rest crossed, on the bed. I take the napkin he's brought from the kitchen and clean the top of his lip. I hadn't realised he'd drank the milk out already.

"Maybe I should find a small flat for rent or something," he says with out giving a double thought at what I did.

"Is it that horrible to be around me Zayn?" I ask him with a frown.