Long Way Down《H.S》

16]Silence is key

Elanore's pov:

I spent days thinking about the night at the hospital, I thought and thought until my head hurted. I wondered constantly about weather i did something wrong or... if he simply lost interest?

Days and nights passed by, each spent wondering the same question over and over again. Not a night was skipped from crying and being depressed. I stayed in my room for weeks, not getting up but to only use the bathroom or get food and water. My room became my new protective shield , taking the only spot in my dark heart that was saved especially just for him.

I heard my name being repeatedly called by a hoarse voice and I instantly knew it was my mother. I rolled my eyes and began to think, what happened to our relationship? I felt my eyes starting to sting at the thought, and closed my eyes before re-opening them and heading down the stairs. As I walked into the kitchen i saw my mother sitting at the table scrolling through her phone.

"Hey elle, i need you to run to the store for m- JESUS! Oh My God, Elanore. ARE YOU OK!"

I was confused for a few seconds until i had enough common sense to look in the kitchen mirror and noticed that i had large rings around my eyes from lack of sleep, and dried tear stains nearly covered my cheeks, my eyes were swollen and red and my lips were extremely swollen from biting them so hard.

I sighed and just nodded my head and sent her a weak smile that was almost as if it were non-existent.

She gave me a worried look, and just slowly nodded her head. She passed me a note that had all the items she needed on it, and a $20 bill. I walked towards the door not caring that i was wearing only a t-shirt and large over-sized pajama pants. My hair was in a messy bun, but the kind that wasn't suppose to be cute.

My eyeliner and mascara was smeared across my face and i was wearing Nike house shoes. I stepped out into the dark, windy night and realized that it was only 5:30. I began to walk feeling the wind blow lightly upon my face, the streets were empty almost as if i were in a ghost town.

The only thing comforting to me was the queer feeling of being trapped and alone, almost as if my dark thoughts and mine were turned into reality.

My thoughts were interrupted when i heard my name being called.

I turned my head slightly only to find a jogging Zayn headed right towards me.

"Hey princess! Its been a while. How's life treating ya?"

I looked towards the ground, and then to the sky, and then to a tree , anywhere to avoid his smoldering gaze.

He took my silence as a "not so fucking good" and placed his arm around my shoulder gesturing for me to walk. I obliged, and we began walking towards the grocery store. I told him how me and Harry broke up and how i've been cutting non-stop.

He listened and listened and i couln't help but to admire the comforting feeling i got when i was around him. It reminded me of the feeling i got when i first saw harry, at the hospital.. where it all began.

I snapped out of my thoughts when i heard him say "Listen, i wish i could stay but i have to get back to Harr- I mean i have to go.."

I nodded my head and felt a slight jab in my chest like i had just been stabbed. He noticed my sudden mood change and wrapped his large arms around me engulfing me in a large, warm bear hug.

I smiled and felt all the pain wash away for those few seconds until he finally let go and i was suddenly brought back to reality where i had the constant reminder that i was worthless and was in no need of living.

I went into the store after Zayn left and began to pick out all of the stuff on the list.

After i finally arrived home, i looked to the side and admired his house.. just the though of it being his made me love it even more. I didnt realize i was staring for so long until i heard a deep, thick british accent speak

"Take a picture love, it'll last longer."

I turned my head towards the sound of the voice and it came from right in front of the house.

I looked him straight in the eye not caring about the fact that i hadn't seen him until we broke up.

I continued to stare him down until a thought came to me:

Silence. Silence was key.

A/N: shes already back home, not in L.A