Love Again (Just A Minute 2)

Bad dreams, Songs and Tears

*Maira's POV*

"No, please don't do this to me. I am yours. Please." I requested him with tears in my eyes as he pushed me on the wooden floor and tried to force himself on me.

"You will dump me huh? You bloody slut! I will dump you." He growled. "No please, hey, save me." I tried to call the boys standing around us as he tore my t shirt.

"They will not save you Mai." He held my chin harshly, "They are with me." He said as he kissed me harshly.

"Kiss me back!" He yelled but I shook my head as he bit my lip harshly, "Please leave me I-"

My eyes shot open as someone's arms wrapped around me.

"Leave me." I yelled and tried to push the person away, "Shh, Maira, relax." The soothing voice said as he stroked my back.

"It's me...Zayn." He kissed my temple as I hugged him. Tears did not stop from my eyes as my sweating body shivered in fear.

"Why are you shivering? Maira, shh, relax, it was just a bad dream." Zayn kissed my forhead again, "It was not just a bad dream Zayn. It was my haunting past." More tears leaked from my eyes.

"No one is going to harm you. I will keep you safe. I promise." He said while stroking my back, we stayed in the position for a very long time until I realized how awkward it was.

"Sorry." I sniffed as I pulled away, "It's okay." He smiled weakly.

"You can talk to me, if you want. Okay?" He said with concern, "You can too." I said and he looked down.

"Get changed, we'll get breakfast by the pool, yeah?" He asked and I nodded.

I picked up a white shirt and dark blue denim jeans. As I showered my eyes went to the area near my elbow, numerous scars were there. I know cutting is the worst thing one can do but other things were much worse than cutting. Like my life.

I should not have agreed for this marriage, I cannot keep lying to Zayn like this. Even though I see my future in him, he does not.

I decided to look for a perfect opportunity and tell him everything, he might judge me but I don't care.

"Maira? Are you okay?" Zayn knocked from outside, breaking my chain of thoughts, "Yeah, I'm coming." I said and quickly showered.

Tying my hair in a towel and after dressing up, I quickly rushed outside. "Sorry it took me long." I quickly apologized, "Won't you take bath?" I asked him, "I woke up before you." He said and I nodded.

"By the way, I need your help." He said slowly. "Yeah?" I replied.

"Help me with a song. It's a duet, I want to know how it sounds. And who better than my wife should sing it with me?" He smiled cutely.

"Uh Zayn I don't sing much-"
"Please Maira, just one song."
"Okay."

He grinned excitedly and handed me a paper, "I only have one paper so we'll share. Okay?" I nodded.

I read the lyrics once as we sat next to one another on the bed with his guitar.

"The most beautiful thing in the world." I said to him, "It surely is." He replied, but he was looking at me.

I started as he struck a few chords, "Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep, little do you know I'm still haunted by the memories. Little do you know I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece. Little do you know I need a little more time." The song was accurate in my life.

I looked up and he smiled before I continued, "Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside. I've been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind. I'm ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight...Little do you know I need a little more time."