Andrea's POV-
I woke up feeling my skin against someone else's and i moved my head, looking up seeing Zayn sleeping peacefully above me. I smile softly, moving my hair from my neck as i looked over him, seeing it was about 11:30 AM.
I put my hand back on his chest, my fingers tracing up his stomach and around his chest. He moved a little from under me, letting out a cough. "Hey" he says in a gravily morning voice that made me smile. "Hi" i whisper and he chuckles, i giggle, feeling the vibrations of his chuckle through his chest.
"Want some breakfast?" he asks and i nod. "Sure" i say and he sits up. "How about i let you shower and then we can go out for lunch?" he asks, glancing at the clock. I chuckle, nodding. "Sure" i say. "Over there" he says, pointing at a closed door. "The bathroom..." he says kissing my head softly. I smile pushing off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.
"I really appreciate this Zayn" i whisper and he smiles, nodding "Of course beautiful, we may be fighting but i still care for you." he says sending me a wink and i force a smile and shut the door. I felt stinging in my chest as i press my back against the tiled wall.
'care for you'
He only cares?
I felt completely and utterly stupid. Why did i think i was different? I'm just another girl he can fuck and leave at his feet. Of course. Im so stupid.
I turned on the shower, and pulled off his shirt, throwing it at the wall and taking off my bra and underwear. I quickly do my buisness, before getting in the shower. I let a tear trickle down my cheek as i looked down at the scars that were along my inner thighs. I let out a quiet sob, falshes of the past filling my mind.
My hands caressed the insides of my thighs, remembering when the scars weren't there. I hear a knock at the door "Y-yeah?" i cry "Andrea, why are you crying?" he asks, opening the door. "i'm not" i lie, sniffling and he grunts. "come on, im not stupid" he says and i shake my head, knowing he can't see me.
"Love, please tell me" he says. "Zayn..." i say, shaking my head. "Just respect the fact that im not telling you.... okay? If you can't tell me what happened i wont tell you" i say and he sighs. "Fine, Andrea. Just hurry" he says and i nod. I hear the door shut and i quickly wash up. I step out, pulling on a shirt and a pair of my pants he left on the counter when he came in. I slipped into my bra and underwear and my clothes.
I realized it was his shirt and i smiled softly, brushing my teeth and applying make-up. I braided my hair and i stepped out seeing him pulling on a shirt as he looked out the window. I leaned against the door, as he ran his hand through his hair. I bit down on my lip, feeling utterly stupid.
He never loved me.
Zayn's POV-
"Just respect the fact that im not telling you... okay? If you can't tell me what happened, i wont tell you" she says and i sigh, wanting to say that it's complicated but i just say "Fine, Andrea. Just hurry" and i set the clothes down on the counter before turning and leaving.
I walked over to my closet, pulling out a shirt and walking over to the window, lifting the shades. I throw my phone, keys and wallet on the bed and i pull on my sweat pants. I hear her clanging around in the bathroom, and it makes me smile.
It's as if she's my girlfriend.
But she isnt.
She doesn't love me. She hates me. She thinks im horrendus. I know it. So she wouldn't want to be my girlfriend anyway. I pull on my shirt, running my hand through my hair and turning around. I jumped, seeing her leaning against the door frame, smiling at me.
