faded

9.0 - phone call

"I really don't want to discuss this over the phone," I heard Zayn on the phone late in the afternoon, my sleepy eyes not opening much. "She's here with me and I don't want her finding out yet, it's not the right time. She's fragile."

I frowned at his words, not having any idea what he didn't want me knowing yet.

"Zayn?" I mumbled, getting his attention. He sat on the bed, caressing my cheek and smoothing my hair with his other hand.

He smiled at me. "She's up already, I'll discuss later. Email me with the information."

He got off the phone with whoever it was and climbed into bed as if everything was great. It obviously wasn't with me. Last night I had been weak and I had simply given in, but not today. He was hiding things from me and I needed answers.

"Who was that?" I asked and he groaned.

"Please don't start with your questions."

I scoff, pulling the blankets off me. "Are you kidding? What's with all the sneaking around and not wanting to answer my questions?"

Zayn only rolled his eyes, not paying any mind to me as I got out of bed.

I was so annoyed. If he wasn't hiding anything or doing anything incriminating, why was he acting so suspicious? What was the point? Whatever he was hiding was important enough to keep from me.

"Let me see your phone," I demanded.

"No," he simply answered, "you're gonna need to trust me here."

I raised a brow, combing my damp hair. It felt like we hadn't slept at all after the shower we took at around 7am. The day was gonna drag. "I just wanna know who you're talking to."

I knew he was mad when he got out of bed and forced me to look at him, his hand squeezing my face. "I told you already, stop."

I shook out of his grasp. "I just wanna know who you're sneaking around with, you fucking asshole!"

Zayn grabbed a fistful of my hair, the time I had spent brushing it was a waste. I let out a low cry, my scalp burning. "Do you think this makes being with you more enjoyable? All the fucking questions and your constant need to argue? It doesn't. I'm not doing anything wrong."

He let go of me, giving me one last pleading look. His eyes were full of regret and I couldn't stand to look at him when he appeared so guilty. When I didn't say anything, he decided to walk out of the room and slam the door.

I followed, afraid that he'd be going out for hours again. I didn't wanna be left alone.

"Zayn?" I called out as I walked through the hall and into the living room. I spotted him on the couch, miserably looking at the TV.

I frowned, choosing to ignore my insecurities. Zayn wouldn't cheat on me. What happened while we were apart was because of me, I couldn't deny that. I didn't want to put the blame on him for something I had pushed him to do.

"Come here, baby," he looked at his lap and then at me.

I walked slowly towards him, unnerved by the way his gaze didn't look away from me. Zayn pulled me into his lap, his arms snaking around me.

"Do you like being here?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

Zayn bit his lip, I could feel his breathing on my neck. "Do you like this apartment?"

His questions were weird, what did this have to do with anything? "Yeah, I do. I like being wherever you are."

Zayn pressed a kiss to my cheek, I couldn't help but blush a little. "I wanna go back to the cabin, Ana, I wanna go there with you."

All the bad memories resurface. It's very strange. If I had never told Zayn about my beginning intentions, we would have never separated, and things would have been totally different. Maybe I was so at fault that Zayn knew and decided to give me another chance to make it right.

"Why?"

"I'm very stressed, baby, I need to get a break. All I've been doing is working and I just need to get away. This weekend with you has been my only break in months."

I sigh, putting my hand on his cheek. When he leaned into my touch I found myself looking at him, taking in how tired he looked and how handsome he was.

"Please come with me."

"When?" I asked.

"Tomorrow."