Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 10. Support

Chapter 10. Support

Aria's P.O.V

After having a mini rest time in bed I got out and went straight to the bathroom and changed into a dark blue dress with spaghetti straps and a thin red belt. I decided to change my bandage since it was soaked with blood. When I came out I met up with Natasha. "Hey, woah you scared me" I said my hands flying to my chest in fright. "Sorry, want to go out for dinner?" She asked, giggling.

"No, I'm not hungry" I Lie.

"But you haven't eaten anything since last night"

"Yeah, but I don't feel like eating" I Lie.

"Nooo, we are going out to eat"

"I told you i'm not hungry!" I Lie, Lie, Lie.

I'm still in the 'I hate everything mood' and right now I'm feel like I'm putting on too much weight so I'm not eating. Though I'm really hungry right now. "Fine, but I'll be at that weird named restaurant just opposite the hotel if you change your mind, 'kay?" She said, sighing. She doesn't know about my cutting and crying session I had some hours ago but she realised my sudden mood change since she returned from shopping but hasn't asked about it, she just noticed my wrist but she thought I sprained it and kept asking if I needed anything like I'm suffering from an illness or something, it's kind of irritating but I'm grateful to have such a supporting friend.

I wish to talk to Zayn, might sound strange but he's the only one I think could possibly understand my situation. Not the part about insecurities but the part about missing parents and feeling responsible for things that we never intended to happen and especially hiding under a mask.

I just nodded and smiled weakly at Natasha, before she gave me a quick hug and left the hotel suite. I sighed and sprawled myself out on the sofa. Just then Zayn came out of his room and smiled at me "Feeling better?" He asked. He kind of took me by surprise because he's not the type to ask people if they were okay or not, but the Zayn I knew before last night isn't the real Zayn. "Not really" I admitted, what's the point of lying? He'd see past my façade easily if I said I was ok. Zayn started walking towards me so I positioned myself in a more normal way so he had space to sit, he came and sat next to me, sighing then leaning back. Ever since he told me about his parents he's been acting more normal and open around me, I also started feeling more comfortable around him. Though I'm still not sure, what if it's all just an act? How can I trust him? He's Zayn, the very guy who's hurt me too much, even if it's the past he still did it, I can't just forget that and easily trust him just because he's helped me a few times. I'm done trusting random people anyway, it's all love and care at the start then it's abuse and heartless acts.

"You're not going anywhere tonight?" I asked, trying to get rid of the silence even though it wasn't an awkward silence.

He shook his head "Don't feel like it"

"What 'bout your friends?" I asked, he hasn't been out since he found me in the bathroom.

"I need my alone time, they understand"

"Well you're not actually alone, unless I'm invisible to you" I pointed out, smiling jokingly but hoping he won't get irritated with my questioning and talking. Zayn and I never have long conversations because I'm too scared to ask too much incase he gets annoyed then starts hurting me, sometimes I get too engrossed, I ask to much without me noticing then he does get irritated.

He chuckles "Why would I do that? I like your presence anyway"

I smiled, heat rising in my cheeks, he likes me around, I smiled wider replaying his words again a few more times.