Make the Most of It

23. I Love You

I didn't even try to call or text call and he did the same to me. We had no contact for a week. I spent the whole time thinking about him though and trying to answer questions myself, but it was pointless. If he wasn't going to tell me, I had no chance.

To cheer myself up, I went out for a spa day to myself.

I layed down on the cushioned stand with a towel draped across my back, covering me. A lady came in and turned on relaxing music then became massaging my back and muscles, which was one of the best feelings especially after so much stress.

I fell asleep during my relaxation time, but when I woke up, all my thoughts came flooding back to me. A massage was only effective for so long.

After that had failed, I decided to go to the one place that I knew could calm me, without even having to completely forget about my problems. The stream.

I knew it wasn't right, or even safe, to go there after what had happened the last time I had tresspassed. But, the evil in me took over and the next thing I knew, I was climbing the tall fence to get into the woods.

I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt so the branches and twigs scratched me repeatedly. I had also began to wear Zayn's heanie everywhere, as a reminder that I could still call him mine, despite the fact that it was in the low 70's temperature-wise. By the time I reached the small stream, I was covered in new scratches and marks.

But, I was also met with another surprise. There was somone already sitting on my usual rock. The someone who I admired so dearly. The someone who could make my heart leap out of my chest. His strong figure was seated facing the direction opposite of me, so he couldn't see me.

As I creeped closer, I noticed that he was holding another one of those baggies in his hand.

"Zayn!" I whispered angrily and snatched it out of his hand.

"Hey! Who's there?" He yelled. He grabbed my arm and held on tightly.Once he realized it was me, his grip immediately loosened and he let go. "Nikki, I don't want to talk right now."

"You never do Zayn. You never tell me anything. What happened to the fun-loving Zayn that I met four months ago?!" He didn't answer me. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Please stop Zayn. You can't keep doing this!"

"Why do you care? I ruined your life. You said so yourself."

"That was before we liked eachother." I sat on the large right next to him. "I like you now and that's all that matters."

"You don't get it. I ruin everyone's life. This is the only thing hiding the monster inside me."

"You didn't ruin mine Zayn. All you did was make it better." He shook his head and looked away. "Hey, look at me." He didn't turn his head, but I kept talking. "You don't need to hide anything. I love you for who you are." His head whipped around and looked at me wide-eyed.

"What did you say?" He asked. I skimmed through the words that had just left my mouth and found it. I had said I loved him. It was only the truth though.

"I said it Zayn. I love you. And it hurts me to see you doing all these bad things to yourself." He looked me in the eyes as if he was searching for some kind of proof to prove to him that I did actually love him. I guess he found it and although it took him so much time to figure it out, he leaned towards me and locked his soft lips with mine. And I couldn't explain how much I had missed Zayn's kiss. How much my body had yearned for it.

But, there was something different about the way he kissed me. Something more fierce and demanding. He grabbed a hold of my body and pulled me onto his lap. His grip on me was tight and it was as if his lips would never let me go. I tried pulling back, but he only held on to me tighter, not willing to let go of me.