We Wanted It That Way || Zayn Malik Arranged Marriage

28.Incomprehensible

(Elena's POV)

             I let my legs drag me upstairs to the guest's room so I could get dressed to face my destiny, I don't even know what I'm gonna do when I see Eric's innocent face smiling at my guilty self,
Would I break down in front of him blurting with everything that happened last night? or would I just act cool around him pretending like nothing happened?

I pushed those thoughts aside trying to give myself a break of all the drama as I grabbed my phone scrolling down through my twitter, I don't really know what Zayn is doing right now, as I was isolated in the guest's room. We haven't really talked that much since I recognized that heck incident,

"Elena?" I was pulled out of my thoughts by hearing Zayn calling my name,

"Yeah?" I replied tearing my gaze apart from the phone to look over at Zayn who was standing by door frame,

"Err, about last night," he started clearing his throat, as he left the door frame entering the room taking a seat on the chair that was placed in front of the bed, "I think it's better not to tell them anything," he alarmed looking at me in concern,

I slowly looked at my lap thinking about the consequences and the risk I would get myself into if I let the honesty take over me, but at the same time I can't just fool around with Eric while hiding that thing,

"How would I let him idolize me while I'm secretly being the complete whore who cheated on him?" I croaked already feeling the tears running down my cheeks,

"Don't call yourself such names,Elena and stop crying, it was non of our fault, just a drunken mistake," he comforted still holding onto his place as if he was ashamed to touch me,

"I know. Why am I even crying? I'm tired of all of this." I urged using the sleeve of my sweater to wipe the tears away,

"Come on, it's time to get ready." he retorted trying to cheer the mood up but I just looked at him through my teary eyes,

"I'll change in here," I blurted looking up at him and I can tell that he read something through my eyes as he frowned at me suspecting something but he let it go by nodding shifting his gaze to the door,

I got up as soon as Zayn's form disappeared in the corridor, then threw my outfit on before going up to the bathroom to wash the dry tears away,

I starred at my reflection in the mirror mentally criticizing myself, knowing that I'm not gonna be able to regain the respect I've had for myself before, believing that the feeling of guilty will keep chasing after me until I gain the courage to level with Eric,, I must do it.

I shook my head trying to push the thoughts to the back of my mind and to just leave a way for my old playful self to come back, but before I could trail out of the bathroom I caught notice of the deep hickey that was taking its place on the crook of my neck. Alright that's in a need of bunch of make up.

I trailed out of the room going up to the master bedroom where Zayn was getting ready,

"Oh, Didn't know you would be done that fast," Zayn said as soon as he saw me entering the room,

"I'm not," I replied titling my head to the side letting him take a better look at the heck he has done,

"Oh, the make-up always fix those kind of stuff." he suggested looking at his reflection in the mirror one more time before going away leaving me a place to work on hiding that horrible stain,

I kept on applying concealer over and over again onto the bite, but it wouldn't budge disappearing an inch, and that was getting on my nerves, making me drown in so many terrible thoughts, what if any of them saw this on me?