Taken (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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“Nice to see you early…” Zayn said as I neared to him at our usual bench at the park. I rolled my eyes as I sat beside him.

“Not my fault I got used to getting up early…” I answered as he smirked and we got up and started our usual pace.

“So…what are your plans for today??” he asked.

“Therapy sessions…” I answered.

“Therapy sessions??” he asked confused. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You didn’t know??” I asked back.

“No, I guess…I don’t remember..”

“Well, I do have therapy sessions…thanks to you..” I joked. But it seemed like he didn’t take it as a joke cause he looked pretty guilty.

“Kidding…” I smiled as I elbowed him.

“Listen Ali-” I cut him off.

“No, I’m fed up with your speeches.. I already forgave you remember?”

“But still…your….disorder wouldn’t be this bad if I hadn’t-” He started, his voice full of remorse.

“What’s done is done… All we can do now is to just deal with it..” I answered.

“Tell you what, let me drive you there later…” he said after a minute of silence.

“Are you sure you wanna waste your time in that?? I mean, I can survive alone you know…”

“It’s the least I can do after….EVERYTHING I did to you.. And it’s not wasting…how could I ‘waste’ time when I’m with my best friend?” I smiled.

“Well then ‘friend’, it’s at 1..” I answered.

“Awesome, I’ll be there before 1..”

“Ok..”

We then continued to jog for a few rounds more until it was 7, that kind of worn be out a bit cause I was feeling a bit dizzy. Then we went to our usual breakfast place and sat in our usual booth until I remembered the last time I sat there. Zayn must’ve sensed something wrong cause he reached out for my hand and held it in his.

“Listen…I won’t EVER leave you again…I was stupid once, now I won’t make the same mistake again…I promise..” he assured as I looked hopefully into his eyes, looking for something to hold on to. Even though I forgave him, there is still that small part in me that still doubts him. I returned a smile to reassure him that I was alright. Was I?

Our food then came and as I was about to pick up my spoon and eat, a flash back of what he yelled at me about being fat came back to me. I laid the spoon down as I looked at my food doubtfully.

“What’s wrong??” he asked worriedly.

“N-nothing…” I lied, as I snapped back to reality.

“Ok?..”

I then tried to put on a smile to cover up what I have been feeling. Can’t have him WORRY about me, can I?