Ariana's POV
I feel terrible about Zayn's mum. I see Zayn crying and hugging Samantha. She didn't even notice me. It hurt me to see Samantha comforting Zayn. I mean, I know shes his girlfriend, but i'm his friend. Best friend, well I consider him as a best friend..
I just want Zayn to feel comfortable around me, you know? He literally waited for Samatha to come so he can cry in her arms.
I just wish he was that open with me.
I felt tears streaming down my face everytime i'd glance at Tricia. I feel horrible. Literally.
Zayn took notice of me, "Ariana, are you okay?" He wiped his tears. Thats when Samatha actually noticed me.
I tried to say something but I couldn't. I just couldn't. The words were right there at the tip of my tongue, but it wouldn't come out.
Why is this happening?
Ugh!
I slowly got up, out of my seat, rolled down the sleeves of my sweater and opened the door. I walked up to Tricia and kissed her forehead. I walked away. I took one glance at Zayn. He was looking at me, confused? Well, so am I. I then fully opened the door and I was out. I was walking through the quiet halls of the hospital. Glancing from room to room, when suddenly someone held my arm. "Where are you going?" I knew that voice anywhere. Zayn. His voice sounded almost hurt. I know that feeling, when you're talking but crying on the inside. When you speak, it hurts. But I just can't speak. Not now atleast.
I looked into his gorgeous, hazel eyes, those long eye lashes. They look different though. They looked tired, as if they were wiped alot, red, and mostly. . .hurt. I could see the hurt in his eyes. They were so hurt, it was hurting me. Oh god! Haven't I gone through enough pain?
We couldn't talk but it felt like our eyes said it all.
He's hurt.
I'm hurt.
But one think he isnt is, broken.
Torn, into pieces. I don't know why.
I don't know how. But I am. Just torn. Broken. Plain hurt.
His grip on my arm loosened and he just let it go. My arm was swinging back and forth. My whole body felt cold. I had thousands of thoughts going through my head. There were so many things to say, so many questions to ask, but nothing, I mean nothing, came out. It just couldn't. . .Speak.
Speak.
Speak! Ariana! Speak!
I can't.
I give up.
I walked away, without even glancing at Zayn. I tried to keep myself from looking. I tried so hard, but I failed. I turned around and saw Zayn running his hands through his hair. "What is going on?!" He yelled in frustration.
Just then Samantha came out of the room, "Zayn, babe, it's going to be alright. Calm down. I know you're stressed. I'm sorry." She said.
"It's not alright. Nothings alright!" He sighed.
"We're going to get through this, Zayn." She tried to smile for him.
I started to go home, on foot. The hospital is a bit far from home, so it's gonna take a while. Ugh.
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Zayn's POV
"Zayn, I think we should go home. You look tired." Samantha suggested.
"I don't know, I don't want to leave my mum" I glanced at my mum.
"Please, Zayn. You need sleep." She begged.
"Okay, lets go." I said.
I held her hand as we walked out of the hospital. We walked upto my motorcycle and sat in it. I then started the engine and drove off.
I dropped Sam off home and started my way towards my house. I was on my motorcycle when I saw a women like figure. I slowed down, it's late. What's she doing at this time of night? I got a little closer and realized it was Ariana!
"Ariana, want a ride?" I yelled.
She looked over to me, "Zayn?"
"The one and only." I said, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled, and sat on the back of my bike. She held onto my waist as I was driving.
"So..." I said. She hasnt spoke this whole time.
"Yeahh?. ." She said slowly.
"Are you like, okay?" I questioned.
No reply.
"Uh? Ari? You alright?" I asked, again.
No reply.
"Ariana! For gods sake! Speak already!" I yelled, losing my temper.
"Theres nothing to talk about. What do you want me to say?" She said, with a hint of sass.
"Anything, please, just speak." I sighed
We were now standing in front of her house.
"I'm sorry, I've got to go." Was all she said.
Before she left, I grabbed her arm. "No! Stop! Why do you keep shutting me out?!" I yelled in frustration.
"I wish I knew, Zayn." She puy her hands in her pockets and walked away.
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