Clarity

2. I Keep Reminding Myself

~EMMALIESE'S POV~

I woke up to the wafting smell of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes.

"Hello?" My eyes fly open. Where am I? I hop off of the couch that I was placed on and recall the last memory I had.

"OH YEAH!" I run my fingers through my long brown hair.

"Um, you awake now?" Zayn walks out from the kitchen, I nod my head and stare up at him. He practically towers over me...

"I-I- should go." I stutter. Gosh, why am I stuttering?!

He chuckles while pointing to a table full of pancakes and other foods. "You aren't going to leave without breakfast are you? I mean, you haven't even told me what happened out there last night." I smile shyly. "Sureee..."

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"Soo... you wanted to know why I was out there again?" I had tried to avoid his questioning all morning.

"Quit stalling for Gods sake!" His sudden voice increase made me jump.

"I'm-I'm sorry... I just want to help." He places a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, maybe I don't need your help." I say. Wow... that sounded rude... He's taken back by my words and scoffs,"Hey, I saved you."

"What if I didn't want to be saved?" I snap. When I start to walk out of the house I'm stopped by Zayn's hand grabbing onto my wrist.

"Can you please tell me your name?" His voice drips with honesty. I sigh and say,"Emmaliese."

"Hum, no goodbye Emmaliese?"

"If you desperately wanted to know what I was doing last night, I'll tell you. I was afraid, scared, angry, running away from the world, I just wanted to get away from everything."

"By everything, you mean suicide?" He lifts an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes. "No."

"What where you doing then?"

"Running away from Rei-..." I bite my lip from spilling anything else.

"Who?"

"Someone." I finish but he knows I'm holding a secret.

"I understand but If I know who this SOMEONE is, I could help. Just call me if you need anything ok?" He digs in his pocket for the phone and swiftly hands it to me. I gladly take it and search for my phone as well, only to find out I had lost it when I practically drown in the ocean.

"Ummm.... I dont have a phone..." I look up into his dark brown eyes. He stares at me for a second and then nods as I hand his phone back to him.

"How old are you by the way?" His hand rubs against mine. I flinch from the movement and I see Zayn as he quickly shoves his hands into his jean pockets.

"Seventeen?" It comes out as almost a question and I laugh at his expression.

"SEVENTEEN!" His eyes grow wide and I just stand there giving him the (YEAH) look while bursting out in a fit of laughter.

"Whats so funny?" I clutch my sides and open my eyes to stare back up at the boy.

"Oh, oh, ok now!" He starts to laugh too.

"No wait why are you laughing?!" I abruptly stop and run a hand through my brown hair.

"Your not seriously seventeen are you?"

"I-am-seven-teen!" I say, breaking the words down so that he understands. Did he really think I was kidding???... His face is expressionless... Yup, he did.