Bloom

Chapter-29

Stella

It's been three days since I got off from the hospital and two days since I've been staying at Zayn's place. I have to say his house is massive. In the forty eight hours I've been here, I haven't even gotten a chance to explore half of it, for which I blame Zayn because he hasn't let go of me for a flitting second. I know there is a pool and a theatre, but goddamn, the entire mansion is no less than crazy yacht screaming money and luxury. Have I mentioned he has a bathtub connected to his bedroom the size of my entire kitchen? What the hell kind of rich is that?

Zayn and I have fallen into a routine together, sleeping together, waking up together, brushing together and one instance of showering together, which only included that- showering- minus the heavy making out, except for the day I got onto my knees for him.

Upon begging him and basically pulling it out of him with my claws on his neck and lips on his lips, it took me three hours for Zayn to finally tell me what had happened to me. He told me the doctor said I have severe PTSD and multiple traumas, it's gotten to a point where it has started affecting my physical health to a large extent too. I need to stay away from anything and everything that can expose me to my traumas and trigger any sort of anxiety. So fundamentally I'm under house arrest but according to Zayn he is 'just taking care of me' whereas in actuality I'm grounded like a fourteen year old so that nothing can reach to me and trigger another attack out of me.

After hanging around his house till daylight passes, I escort myself to his room while Zayn is busy doing something on his laptop in the lounge. To my surprise I stare at a huge box on the bed labelled Dior.

"Zayn!" I call out his name, in awe.

Zayn comes running in a flash and onto me, "What happened? Are you okay?" His fingers press my checks lightly, and he looks at me with concern filled eyes, examining each feature on my face.

I start cracking up, "I'm fine," rolling my eyes another laugh bursts out my throat, "look at your face. Chill. I'm not dying." I just called him to ask what the deal about the box was but he just got so worked up as I am in danger and a serial killer is out for me.

He holds my face in both his hands, cupping it, "If anything happened to you I wouldn't forgive myself, Stel." He sears his eyes into mine making my heart so do a somersault.

I laugh again, until he huffs out a breath, leaving me and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He moves his head from side to side, a defeated look on his face, burying his head in his hands. "I'm fine, Romeo." Careful steps treading towards him, I fix myself on his lap, "Are you okay?" I whisper, slowly slipping my fingers through his and holding his hands.

"No... I don't know." He huffs out a breath again.

"Look at me Zayn." Reaching for his chin, I tip it to face me, while both his hands go around my waist. "Nothing will happen to me, you're here to make sure of that." I bunch my brows together in meaningfulness.

"I know." He nods.

"Now tell me what's in the box." My eyes light up at the mention it and so does Zayn, his jaw ticks. He's nervous.

"Open it." He placed a soft kiss on my cheek and lifts us off the bed.

I stomp my feet in excitement and turn around, the Dior box catches my eye again. Curiosity being my one single constant, I suddenly feel like abandoning it because of the nerves. I cant comprehend what could possibly be in the box. My shivering fingers reach for the bow on top. With a gentle tug the ribbon falls open on either sides of the box.

I lift the cover off cardboard with softness and care to reveal a note on top of a paper wrap. I gasp, what is this? My eyes travel up to Zayn, wide and he only nods urging me to open it. Now that my curiosity has piqued, I pick up the card and unfold it. I wiggle my brows as I read the first two letters. My heart stops.