Addicted [slow updates]

Chapter 10

I walked down the stairs, into the kitchen. Dad left me a note on top of my night table, he had to go to work. I was still recovering, yet I was better now.

My bruises had vanished, and my.cuts were healing.

My head was pounding.

It had been three days since my incident. Not one word from Zayn. I knew nothing of him, anymore. And, even though I'm dying inside, fear and doubt, I needed him.

There was a light knock on the door.

I walked slowly to the door, drying my hands.

I took in a deep breath and opened the door.

A girl stood before me. She was much taller and curvier than I. A wide smile was on her pretty face.

"Hi, are you Darcy?" She asked sweetly.

"Yes, I am. May I ask why, you ask?" I replied.

"I just passed by, to see how you were doing. I can see you're much better now. I'm glad." Her kindness, made me return her smile.

"Would to like to come in?" I asked,.feeling rude, for leaving her outside.

"Oh no, I have to go," she glanced at her watch. "Thank you though! I hope you are fully recovered soon." She pulled me into a gentle hug. Her kindness, filled me with warmth.

She pulled away. She looked around, as if knowing there was something or someone, watching.

She broke from her thoughtful trance. She waved goodbye and walked to her car, driving away.

I closed the door, and walked back to my kitchen table. I nibbled on my breakfast.

"You know, you shouldn't open your doors to strangers." I choked upon my food, startled. I quickly stood, met by the same hazel eyes I ached for.

Zayn.

He pulled me into a hug. I was hesitant. I gave in, wrapping my arms around his torso.

I pulled him into my room. He closed the door behind him, pressing his lips against mine.

What was wrong with me? As if I forgot what happened to me, these past nights. He pulled away, a shy smile on his lips.

His scent lingered on me. Cigarettes and Mints.

| A/N: Zayn's POV |

The questions stumbled out of her thoughts.

"Zayn, where were you? I haven't seen or talked to you in days." My head hung low, as she questioned those dreaded days.

"I needed a break. I, - I was afraid I'd hurt you." I lied. I actually hurt her. I'm monster, and she believes it too.

I don't understand her. She nearly died because of me. Yet, she's still by my side. The warmth of her love, made me want to cry.

Why couldn't she see,

This isn't meant to be.

She's the beauty, I'm the beat.

We're just like,

Beauty And The Beast.