|Trust Issues Z.M.|

Fake.

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It had been a week since Zayn and Nash's little therapy sessions began.

And they had made little to no improvement; she refused to open up to him.

"You're smart, gorgeous..popular. Why do you feel as though you don't have friends?" Zayn asks, looking deeply into her pretty brown eyes.

"Because they are never there for me, they're all fake."

"Define fake." He says, taking note of her thoughts word for word.

"They say they love me and they'll never leave yet whenever I need them they disappear." She frowns, sinking into the comfortable back couch directly across from Zayn's, only a translucent coffee table in between them.

"Sometimes when we're depressed we look too much into things that really aren't there."

"Are you calling me a a depressed liar?" She asks, tilting her head to one side.

She was quite amused.

Her, depressed?

As if, she thought.

"No, I'm calling you every other teenage girl in the world."

"I'm not every other girl-I'm different." Nash pouts, twiddling with her manicured nails.

"Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?"