Three Way Relationship

29 - Confused

Justin's POV

I personally just didnt know what to believe anymore.

I'm constantly afraid someone's going to hurt me, touch me in a way thats uncomfortable, or just make me feel unbearable pain.

I think Zayn is fake, but there's a part that says he's real.

I'm just confused, lost and scared.

I'm vulnerable to say the least.

So when I cried into Zayn's shoulder, - not even sure if he's real or not - I just wanted to be held in familiar arms.

He felt so real, so who knows?

My heads playing me like a pool table, its to the point I wish I could hit it out of myself.

Zayn was rubbing my back, saying sweet nothing's in my ear.

I felt tired, but I wanted to know where Niall was...

Doesn't Niall wanna see me?

How come I only see Zayn?

I love Niall too, doesn't he love me?

"Niall's ashamed of you! Get it through your thick skull! What kind of idiot are you?" The voice chuckled darkly.

I frowned, sighing.

"Its going to be alright, Jay..." Zayn whispered, kissing just bellow my earlobe.

"Where's Niall?" I bit my lip, worried about the answer.

"He was going to come today, but I think he must've caught a stomach bug, because he was too sick to leave the bathroom." Zayn shrugged, holding me closer.

I felt my eyes flutter closed, since I was rather exhausted.

My stomach rumbled, making Zayn chuckle.

"You hungry?" Zayn asked.

I nodded, pulling away slightly to wipe my damp eyes.

"I'm going to go ask them to get you a meal, yeah? You seem a bit pale, babe." Zayn carressed my cheek.

"Okay..." I replied softly, pulling away fully and sitting on the couch.

Zayn got up and walked out of the room, leaving me in my own privacy.

I looked down at the marker I still had in my hand.

I stole it from one of the doctors who dragged me in here.

I don't know why I took it, but it was the only thing I could grab.

Zayn returned a few minutes later, holding a tray.

He sat beside me, smiling.

"Here you are." He lifted the lid.

I looked down at the roasted potatoes and meat.

Slowly I picked up the fork and ate some.

Zayn watched, a small smile still playing on his lips.

Why is he staring?

Is there something on my face?

"What?" I whispered, feeling insecure suddenly.

"I just miss you, and seeing you improve just melts my heart." Zayn sighed, running a hand through my hair.

Was I improving?

I still felt like a nut, I'm a useless pig, what was the point of Zayn visiting.

Its obvious Niall doesnt like me anymore, he loves Zayn and there's no point for me to be with them.

They know deep down there's no need for me.

I swallowed the food in my mouth.

"I love you, Justin." Zayn sighed, grabbing my hand and entwining our fingers.

Did he really mean that, or was it just my imagination trying to give me one reason to smile?

Niall's POV

I really wasn't feeling well.

My stomach was in immense pain and I was sweating a lot.

I laid on the couch, gripping my stomach and groaning.

Maybe I ate something? I dont know, but it felt like someone was stabbing my stomach over and over.

I just wanted it to stop.

I wanted Zayn and Justin here, like they normally were when I was sick.

We were always there for each other when one was sick.

I sighed, closing my eyes.

Sleep, I just need to sleep.

Zayn would be home soon, and when he gets back, he'll comfort me.

I swallowed, slipping into an uneasy sleep.