Accidentally in Love // z.m

Fourteen

"WAKE UP!" I had the fright of my life as I shot out of bed to find Jasmine laughing at me at my bedroom door. 

"HOLY FUCK." I screamed once I realised it was her and not a murderer. I felt my head throb in pain as I registered the extreme migraine I now had nice and early in the fucking morning. The clock beside my bed told me it was actually afternoon, hitting mid day about 20 minutes ago. As my heart rate slowed and my breathing rate steadied I returned to my lovely warm bed and slid under the covers completely ignoring my cousins presence. "Hey I didn't scare you so you could go back to bed Saz get up!" I felt Jasmine try and tug the duvet off me but I held it tight, preventing her.

"How did you get in?" I asked from beneath the covers. 

"Your door was unlocked." She said casually. I felt the bed dip behind me as she laid down next to me over the covers.

"Ugh." I need to start locking my door to prevent shit like this from happening again.

"So what are we doing today?" She said chirpily. 

"Let's have a ‘stay in bed’ day, those are my favourite." I said back hoping she would just agree and allow me to fall back asleep.

"No, this is the first time I've seen you in like 6 months or something and I have to go back to uni tonight!" 

"Why, aren't you on break?" I asked, finally getting out of the covers and turning to face her, giving up on the idea of returning to sleep.

"Today's the last day, I start again tomorrow." She said whilst scrolling through her phone.

"Oh, dude I totally thought you were on break for this week as well. Damn, OK well I guess we can do something." She looked up at me with excitement before her expression changed to concern.

"Woah why are your eyes all puffy?"

"Oh, ugh got like no sleep." I tried to brush her off, rubbing my eyes to reduce the swelling but she pestered on.

"Were you crying?" She's smart.

"No." DENY EVERYTHING JUST DENY EVERYTHING.

"Why were you crying?" ABORT ABORT, THE ENEMY IS APPROACHING THE CONCERNED TARGET, ABORT.

"I wasn't." 

"Who hurt you?" THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

"No one."

"Was it a boy?" FUCK.

"No." 

"Was it one of the guys from the band?" She didn't know much about the boys, nor had she met them but obviously she knew who they were and that I was touring with them. 

"No, Mina stop."

"Was it Harry? It was Harry right?"

"No-"

"But the rest of them are single?"

"Just sto-"

"Oh my God, it's Zayn isn't it?" Maybe the 'deny everything' tactic should just be abolished because it's absolutely useless.

"Mina I-"

"What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?"

"No."

"Are you hurting yourself?"

'What?"

"Are you in love with him?"

Silence. How the hell did she figure out the entire story with me denying everything she said? I guess we did grow up together in Melbourne and being the same age, we completely understood each other, but I didn't know she could read minds!!!! She knew she was right from my silence but she didn't ask anymore questions. She then left the bed, and disappeared out of the bedroom, returning 3 minutes later with some sliced cucumbers and a cup of water.