Eighteen ➵ z.m. [Camp NaNoWriMo November 2015]

<11>You've barely said two words to me

Mortified, was the only emotion I felt as I threw up the breakfast that Zayn had oh so kindly prepared for me this morning into the porcelain toilet. This definitely so not how I planned on things going today.

First Tanner randomly called out of the blue, then Zayn dropped two bombs on me which required serious thought, and throughout everything I still had to maintain a poker face while fighting in internal battle about how I should respond.

If this was a taste of the adult life I would have to endure once I turned eighteen and every day afterwards, I wanted to stay seventeen forever. Everything that was going on right now, was too much for me to handle on my own and I'm not sure what to do about anything anymore.

The first decisions I get to make solely based on what I wanted and needed, could not end up as a train wreck. Unfortunately for me, that's exactly where I was headed.

At this point in time I didn't know much, but I did know that any serious decisions couldn't be made on Zayn's bathroom floor. In a weak attempt at gathering myself I wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand before pushing myself up into a standing position. Then I proceed to flush the toilet, watching my breakfast disappear down the pipes.

"You okay in there, Everly?" Zayn's voice asks from outside the bathroom door.

My eyes widen in horror. It was bad enough that I had gotten sick in Zayn's presences, but I didn't want him to see me in this state as well. Things were already about as bad as they could be at the moment.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I call back trying my best to reassure Zayn with my words. He sounded concerned for my well being, and I didn't want him barging inside of the bathroom to check up on me. "I'll be out in a minute."

Zayn seemed to be contemplating my words, as there was a brief pause before he finally responded. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. Oh, and there's some spare toothbrushes under the counter."

Soon after I hear the shuffling of feet and I assume that Zayn went back to the kitchen, as he said he would be going.

I take this brief time alone to gather myself before brushing my teeth with one of the toothbrushes Zayn pointed out to me. Then I splash water onto my face, hoping that I would look less dead but none the less my appearance was still lacking the proper requirements that I placed upon myself when in public.

"Sorry about that," I croak, my voice still raw from throwing up only minutes before.

"Don't worry about it," Zayn reassures me stand to his feet and inspecting me closely. "Feel better?"

I nod in agreement. "Yeah, but I should be getting home soon, just in case.

Zayn's eyes furrow and his lips twist slightly in disagreement but his words contradict his facial expressions. "Of course, I want you to be as comfortable as possible.

"I'll go get my things then," I say turning on my heel and navigating my way back to Zayn's bedroom where I proceeded to look around from my missing objects.

Last night I had been fairly tipsy, but I still distinctly remember wearing a belt, yet it was nowhere to be found.

Just as quickly as a flame reacts to oil, my cheeks flame bright red as I remember that Zayn had removed my belt before he has moved from the comfort of his living room into the more intimate bedroom setting.

Before leaving I take one more quick look around to make sure I didn't leave anything behind- which I hasn't.

"Find everything alright?" Zayn asks as I make my way to the kitchen where he is rapidly taping on his cell phone.