Lessons of Love

Problems

I didn't know what to say or do at that moment in time, other than just stand there. I was scared, scared of what was going to happen, scared of what my dad would do, but most of all, I was scared of the unknown.

I quickly looked around at Zayn, my mouth dry. He had worry written in his features.

"Are you okay?" He asked me in a hushed voice, looking at me in the eyes.

"No." I said softly, but it seemed more like I was saying it to myself.

"Here, I'll walk you home." He said, without asking any further questions, thank goodness.

"Thanks, but um...is there another door we can use?" I asked him, my voice almost breaking.

"I don't think there is, but here-let's just try going out the back way." He said, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers together.

We quickly rushed out of the coffee house's back way, without an employee trying to stop us. When we were finally outside, I was able to breathe again. He gave me my space.

Right now, I couldn't help but compare him and Harry. Harry would try to figure out what is going on with me, and not take the easy way out unlike Zayn, who's giving me my space right now, not asking me any questions, and well like I said, everything with him is easy.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked me while patting my shoulder.

"Yeah, it's just-well nothing really." I will not and can not tell him.

"You can tell me if you want...I mean you don't have to, but I'm always here to talk." That's exactly what Harry used to say. I quickly said an 'alright,' but he seemed to get the hint that I didn't want to talk about it.

"I just wanna go to my house if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, I'll walk you?"

"Sure"

As we began our walk, I couldn't help the feeling of small butterflies, ignoring the situation that we were in with my dad in the same town with us, right now-at this very moment, I felt sane with Zayn.

"So Lilith...do you wanna talk about what happened back there?"

"I-I just have problems with umm my dad..."

"Oh...I'm sorry, well I hope they get better..." He said, trying to cheer me up, but that won't help me. Nothing can help mend the relationship with him and I.

I really wanted to know more about the tattooed boy-well man that was Zayn...

"Do you have any baggage?" I asked him curiously.

"Oh, we're getting personal I see..."

I laughed.

"Well if you must know...I'm just getting over my last relationship..." He looked at the ground as we continued to walk down the sidewalk.

"What happened?"

"She was-let's just say she wasn't the best person."

"How so?" I was unsure of what he meant.

"We were basically highschool sweethearts, an-and I thought we saw the same future for eachother, but she didn't...I asked her to umm marry me..."

"Oh shit-I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's fine, she broke it off with me by cheating on me with some guy..."

"Well she doesn't know what she's missing out on." I looked at him as he looked down at me.