"Do you think all of this.. pent up anger we've been showing each other is because of our fears of losing the other?" Harry asks, his big green eyes making contact with mine.
"Maybe." I shrug, upset.
"But it shouldn't."
There was a silence after I s...
Awhile after I finished crying in Harry's room, for what seemed the fiftieth time this week, I gathered myself together and was getting ready for my "date" in the bathroom.
I washed my face so it wasn't obvious that I was crying, and did some very light makeup. I clipped half my blonde hair back and threw on some gold hoop earrings and layered necklaces.
My outfit consisted of a cropped white spaghetti strapped tank top, and a small beige sweater, that I left open.
That, along with my baby blue jeans, and a black leather belt.
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Maybe I should've dressed a little more fancier, but it was just breakfast and I think I look okay.
"Hey babe, can I borrow some of your hair product-" My thoughts are interrupted by Zayn, who just entered the bathroom.
He stops mid sentence when I make eye contact with him, after looking at my complexion in the mirror.
He doesn't say anything, and neither do I.
"Wow." He says, half smiling. "You look quite pretty."
My lips curved into a genuine smile. "Thank you, Zayn." I say, blushing.
"It's a shame you're going to waste your beauty on a date with a wanker." He says laughing, and I do too.
"Yeah, well." I shrug. "I'll try to keep my breakfast down while talking to him." I say and we both laugh.
"Very daring of you." He grins. "How did Harry take the news about all this?"
I tilt my head to the side and suck my teeth. "Not the best." I say, remembering our aching conversation. "I told him we should wait a little longer to date, I don't want him to feel like I'm two timing."
"You know he'd never think that of you." He shakes his head. "None of us would."
"That's what he told me." I grin shaking my head, knowing I'd feel guilty about it regardless. "But I still have a lot on my mind anyway, and I'm scared that if we do go through with this, I'll take it out on him, which is what I don't want."
Zayn nods, as my eyes look towards the sink, and then the mirror again.
"He's really crazy about you, Lizzy." He says quickly, forcing me to look at him again.
I smile and nod. I didn't really know what to say to that, it just made me blush.
"I'm really crazy about him too." I say back. "I'm only suppressing this relationship to protect what we have, because I'm so crazy about him."
"I know, I get it." Zayn says as there's a small bit of silence between us. "Anyway love, I'm sure it'll all work out." He says, making me smile. "I also wanted to ask if I could use some of your hair product, the one that smells like apples-"
