Completed Heart

Chapter 34: Confession

Chapter 34: Confession

I was lying next to Zayn in my hospital bed. He was reading some boring looking book, but seemed interested enough in it. Niall and Harry had gone to get food while Liam and Louis tried to call their girlfriends. I had urged them to; they hadn't told them about the tour cancellation or about me yet. After I kissed Harry, it got slightly awkward. We sat there staring at each other for a while. Finally, he spoke.

"What does this mean?" He had asked me. Before I could respond, Liam and the lads walked in. I had apologized to them, and they apologized for keeping it from me. Now, I was bored out of my mind sitting next to Zayn; who was supposed to keep me company.

"You suck at this." I told him. He ignored me and kept reading.

"You suck at this," I repeated nudging him.

"I'm trying to read, love." He spoke without looking up from the book. I grabbed it out of his hands.

"What?" He asked, slightly aggravated.

"You suck at this." He rolled his eyes.

"At what?"

"Entertaining me."

"You're sixteen. Entertain yourself." I shook my head.

"I'll just make paper planes, then. Paper, paper, I need paper. Oh, look!" I exclaimed, holding up his book, "Tons of pages I could use!" he tried to grab it out of my hands, but I slid it underneath me.

"You know that I could easily pick you up and get it back." He spoke, clearly annoyed.

"You wouldn't risk hurting me."

"What do you want from me?"

"Entertain me."

"Child." He muttered under his breath, "Let's play a game." He sat up.

"Ok," I nodded.

"We'll take turns asking and answering questions."

"That doesn't sound fun!"

"Sucks, that's all I got."

"Fine. You go first."

"What color are you going to paint your new

room?" He asked me. Liam had offered to redo his guest bedroom for me, I told him that was silly, but he insisted.

"Green, I think. Which is your favorite tattoo?" He pointed to his collar bone.

"What is your favorite food?"

"Mac and cheese. Are you a virgin?" He raised his eyes at me.

"None of your business."

"Sucks, you HAVE to answer. That's the game."

He rolled his eyes.

"No. Who beat you?" My heart stopped, well played Malik.

"None of your business." I turned from him.

"Sucks, you HAVE to answer. That's the game." He quoted me. I turned back to him.

"A person."

"Specifically."

"A man."

"Susan."

"Someone I know."

"Love, come on." I shook my head.

"I answered the question. That's as specific as it gets. Why do you want to know so badly?"

"It isn't right that the person gets to just walk free while you're here." He said softly, rubbing his finger lightly on my cheek.

"Why won't you tell us who it is?" He asked. This game was getting annoying.

"I don't want to play anymore."

"That wasn't a part of the game, love."

"Then I don't have to answer."

"Yes you do." I handed him his book back. He

took it and put it out of my reach.

"Nice try. Just answer the question."

"Fine." I gave in, "I, I don't want you guys to

be mad at me for letting it happen..." I mumbled, tears building up in my eyes.

"We would never blame you for this, love, NEVER."

Zayn took my hand and squeezed it.

"I'm not done. I don't want you guys to blame yourselves."

"Too late." He muttered.

"I don't want you guys to go and beat him up. You would go to jail and it would look bad for your band."

"We don't care about that."

"I know. That's why I'm worried."

"So it's a him?" he asked.

"I already told you that." He decided to move on.

"Is that all?" I shook my head. He looked up at me, waiting.

"I," I didn't want to say it, but I knew I needed to come clean, "I, er, I feel like I deserved it." I felt him tense up next to me. Suddenly, I was no longer on the bed, but cuddled in his lap.

"Don't you EVER say that! You deserved none of this, do you hear me? Stop thinking like that!" I cried into his chest. We sat there for a little bit. He was rubbing my back and swaying his body with me. I finally decided to pull away.

"Zayn, promise me you won't tell the others." He nodded.

"Sure, but could I at least tell Harry? You two seem close; he'd probably want to know." I shook my head.

"No, but you can tell Louis." He nodded. Louis knew about how I felt about my slutty behavior; he'd understand. I couldn't tell Zayn about it without revealing me and Harry. Harry would automatically tell Liam, so would Niall. Liam would flip out if he knew; whether it was about Harry and I or about how I felt I deserved the beatings.

The door opened and Harry and Niall stepped in. They froze, seeing me crying to Zayn. Zayn looked up at them.

"I'll explain later," he murmured.

"No you won't," I choked out. He rocked me some more.

"Ok, love. I won't," He whispered so that only I could hear.