Opposites

f o r t y - e i g h t

•Song for the chapter: Let It Go - James Bay.

Melody

I don't know how it happened.

But it just did.

I don't know how we ended up tangled in his bedsheets, our bodies not touching. I don't know how we ended up each one on a side.

I don't know how we ended up in a silence, staring up at the ceiling of his room.

But it just happened.

I feel so bad and sorry for Zayn. It must be hard for him. His mother has Liver Cancer! That must be driving him insane. And the fact that he doesn't want to go to his hometown because he doesn't want to see her wrecked, just breaks my heart even more. If my mother was still alive and had to go through that, I would be mentally ill. I worship how Zayn acts so strong in front of me, although, I'm sure he's breaking on the inside. But he doesn't want to show his vulnerable side. I need to help him, and I'm struggling to know how. I will find a way though. I always do.

When I feel Zayn shifting on the bed, my head slowly turns his way. Zayn turns his whole body, so that he's facing me, with his hand lying under his head on the pillow. I mimic his actions, our heads being only inches apart.

Crashing the comfortable silence, Zayn speaks. "Do you remember that time when I saw you at a restaurant, and you were with Louis?" Zayn's voice sounds a bit scratchy since we've been lying for over an hour, not saying a word.

I nod my head, scenes of that night flashing through my mind. Of course I remember. I mean how can I forget? Louis and I were making Lily jealous. It's astonishing how time moves fast. I was shocked with Zayn's arrival when he wrapped his hands around my eyes, and I thought it was Louis.

Zayn continues, "It was him. Louis was the one who called me, informing me that you 'were waiting for me'."

My jaw falls open at the new information, my whole body shaking with anger. I freaking knew it. Of course, it was Louis. God, why am I stupid? I'm going to teach that prick a lesson.

Zayn frowns. "S'okay now."

"I got drunk that night, and I don't even know why." Zayn chuckles, shaking his head.

A smile forms on my lips, giggling with him, reminiscing when I picked him up from the club.

Zayn then frowns again. "You still want to be there for me after all that I've said and done to you?"

My heart skips a beat at his words. "Yes, Zayn."

"Why?" He asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

"I don't want to see you upset, ever, Zayn. I want to try to get you through this, and I promise Zayn, your mum will get better. Alright?" My shaky breath fans his face. "I-I love you." Those three words felt so heavy on my tongue, as if it was the first time I say them. When in fact, it's actually the second time.

Zayn's eyes shift all over my face, as if in search for something until he utters something. "Thank you. I really appreciate this, Mel."

Smiling stupidly, I move my gaze to the mattress shyly. But I can't help the ache in my heart when Zayn didn't respond to my last words. It's not like I was expecting him to say them already, but I was hoping he would want to talk about it.

"What were your parents like? You never told me anything about them." Zayn mumbles which makes my head to whip upwards swiftly. Looking at him with wide eyes, I clear my throat after staring at him for two, good whole minutes.

"You really want to know?" I force a laugh.

When Zayn nods his head eagerly, I sigh. "They were the nicest people I know—as far as I remember. They always cared for others, and put them before themselves. Honestly, they were just incredible, and I can't p-put into words how much they were amazing."