I woke this morning with no feeling at all except a hard pounding in my head. It was a painful pounding, the kind to make me feel awful. Great, just what I needed.
I sat up slowly and realized it wasn't my bed I was in. Perfect, just perfect.
"ZAYN! Why am I at your house. You were supposed to take me home last night!"
I hear slow foot steps coming from beyond his door. They drew nearer and nearer and finally Zayn stepped in hesitantly. He smirked at my fury and his smirk made its way to a full on grin.
I tried my best to look angry but failed, it was impossible to be mad at him. The worst part was he knew that.
He sat on the edge of his bed chuckling and said, "Macey, you're sick. I wasn't going to leave you all by yourself. What kind of best friend does that?"
I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "a good one."
I sighed knowing he was being a donut just because he cared. I made myself meet his eyes. He was smiling like a doofus knowing he had one this bickering war.
If he wasn't my best friend I'd be long gone by now. Also I'd be much more irritated. He knew I hated when people made decisions for me. He knew how stubborn I was as well. I guess you could say Zayn knew pretty much everything about me, and at times it was a curse. I knew zayn inside and out as well. I was well aware of his fear of water and I defiantly knew how he stuttered when he was lying. I guess that's what knowing a person 9 years does to you. Zayn was the person in my life I trusted the most.
My mom left when I was eight and my dad died 3 years ago from a heart attack. My dad and I were as close as can be and I was completely empty when he died. Zayn was there for me and I couldn't have appreciated his comfort more.
Everyone in my life had left me. Except him. I was the type of person who pushed people away and I guess he was the type of person who didn't care. He was the only person I had. I guess that made him much more special.
