Zayn's POV-
I watched her walk away from me, her hands clenched into fists by her side. She shook her head and quickly pulled her hair up into a bun. I looked up at her father and his smug, stand-offish look had faded into uncertainty, sadness almost. I felt my lungs burning with each breath i took and i turned around, facing the padding and i rested my fists onto it and breather out, closing my eyes.
I wasn't angry or sad. I didn't feel anything. I'm numb. I feel an all too familiar sensation in my chest. I haden't felt it in years. It practically hurt. I felt bad for what i'd done. What she knew i'd done. I knew what i did. I knew i was going to have to tell her, but i never knew her father would dig into my past like that.
He didn't know one thing about what i was thinking when it happened, no he wasn't there. He isn't me. He has no right to judge me. Neither does she. She might be different from all the other other girls i caused broken hearts, but she had no god damn right to judge me the way she did. She has no idea what i've been through.
She had no idea what it was like to be me.
Andrea's POV-
I felt completely betrayed by him. How could he lie to me and not even fight for me? I hated him. I hate him. I can't stand him. I hate my father and i hate Zayn. I shoved open the double doors to the pool and i stood at the edge, breathing in and out.
1...2...3
I breathed in and out, containing my anger towards Zayn. I kicked off my shoes and i briskly dived into the water. The water rushing over my body, like the blood in my vains. I pressed my hands to the bottom of the pool and i felt my heart rate rise, the pressure you get in your chest when you want to cry but you are trying to hard not to... yeah that.
I push off the bottom of the pool to the top, i gripped the edge of the pool and rested my arm on the concreate and kep my body held up with my left arm adn rested my head in the crook of my right arm. I let out a quiet sob, a sob of anger and frustration- with my father and with the boy i had developed a crush that i had yet to admit too.
I heard the doors to the pool open and i quieted my crying. "Andrea?" i hear Tony's voice say "Are you okay, babe?" he asks as he walks over to me and i nod, wiping my eyes and looking up at him. He bent down. "Why are you crying?" he asks and i look away. "Honestly, i don't know" i whisper "Im just fed up with being controled by my parents and lied to by Zayn, and im tired of trying to live up to my brother, who is a school prodigy" i hiss and he raises an eyebrow, holding out his hand and i took as he lifed me out of the water.
He walked me over to the seats and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me. He kneeled in front of me and wiped my eyes with his thumbs. "Did he break up with you?" he asks and i shook my head "We never really were dating... he just lied to me" i whispered and he nodded. "You love him don't you?" he whispers and i look into his eyes, suprised by his sudden words. I look away, and i sigh. "It's complicated, Tony. You know that" i whisper and he sighs, his hands on my thighs.
"i know its hard, Andrea" he whispers, "Just... try" he says and i look at him "How can i try when my father is a complete asshole about it, Tony?! I can't even look in a guys direction without the kid's pat getting dug into... 'Oh you can't date him because he fucking- i don't know- whistled at a girl once! He cares too much! Everything any of the boys i look do is wrong! Even you, tony! He has known you your whole life and he checks on your records every 5 months!" i yell and i wrap my arms around his neck and sits down, me in his lap as i sob.
"shhh" he whispers, his hand smoothing back my hair. I grip the back of his polo shirt in pure frustration and let out a growl. "Even the girls i hang around" i whisper. "He checks up on them, making sure they aren't 'bad influences'." i hiss.
