Hole in a wall

23rd part

"Can I tell you a secret?"-He slowly reached my hand. His fingers were climbing to my shoulder. I was shaking. What was he doing? I didn't want to stop him, even if I knew it is a big mistake. He put his arm down and crossed our fingers together.

"You can."-I answered.

Few minutes there was a silence. I was looking at his big misterious eyes. They were full of sadness. His smile was his cover, his fake smile was his way out. Just like mine... I didn't want him to stop looking at me but a tear that striked down my cheek made Zayn let my arm of.

"I am so sorry!"

A new tear striked down my cheek.

"It's not your fault, Zayn. I've just been strong for too long."-I wiped my tears and smiled.-"It is alright. Tell me what's bothering you, baby."

There was a quiet moment again. But this time I wasn't thinking about Perrie and the mistake I am making. I was only thinkig about Zayn.

"I shouldn't tell this to anybody, but I feel like we're best friends. I can tell you everything."

I felt like he was going to tell me a big thing and I should break this relationship until everything is broken apart. But I didn't. I was just stroking his soft cheek.

"Tell me..."

"I don't like Perrie. It is all Menagment's fault."-He stood up and put his arms on his head.

"What?"-I stood up to and took his arms back down. I held them tight.-"Tell me the whole story!"

"Chloe... It is too complicated... I am sorry."-He lift his arms up, turned around, took his jacket and got out of the house...

"Zayn! Zayn!!!"-I cried. The sofa wasn't that comfortable when I was without Zayn. It is even worse when your pillow is wet from all these tears you've cried. Why do I always do something wrong?

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After I cried all my tears, I decided to fix my life.

I left my house and went to the nearest library. I borrowed a book about life and teenagers. I walked back home. There was nothing that will make me sad again. There were some advices and things that teenagers do.

I had to buy razors, body cream and make-up. I remember my sister, she used make-up. I will pay someone in a beauty salon to make me look preety. No one will fuck with me anymore. I ain't being a child, I have to focus on my life.

"Good evening!"-Someone from the salon told me to sit on the chair and enjoy the treatment. It was kinda painful but I'll do anything to look preety. She shaved my legs, cut my hair and did my make-up. When I was leaving she gave me an advice: "Buy a push-up bra, sweety! See ya next time!"

She also smiled and took a big sum of money. I was walking home but decided to go to bar and have some fun. I was in slavery for 10 years, I can have some fun...

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