|Trust Issues Z.M.|

Final Attmept.

"I have an appointment after school for the sonogram..do you want to come?" Nash swallowed her pride, for the sake of the baby, she rang the doorbell to Zayn's home.

This was her last attempt, Nash told herself.

"Who else will be there?"

"My boyfriend." Nash lied, eyes on the concrete floor.

Jesse would be there, of course, but they weren't really official.

Zayn grabbed her forearm and pulled her inside his home, pushing her up against a wall which was difficult because of her small bump.

"I'm your boyfriend." His teeth grit together angrily as he slowly kissed her neck.

"That was before you told me to abort our baby." Nash said, clenching her jawline, pushing him away.

"I don't want him there."

"That's where your wrong..he's priority, you're not. He's going whether you want or not Mr. Malik."

"Let me see your wrists." Zayn said.

Nash rolled her eyes and did as he said, showing him her slash marked wrists.

"You're beautiful. You're lovely, you're kind. You're everything good in the world.."

"Everything you're not. You wanted me to murder my baby. You're-you're a monster!"

"You made me one!" He screamed back.

"You're the one that's wrong! Just apologize!"

They screamed at each other like mad men.

As if they were just screaming to see who was louder.

They were a little crazy.....but who wasn't?

"You're mine. Whether you like it or not, you're mine. You can't leave me, Nash."

"Why the hell not? I see you've been doing just fine without me." She says, referring to his apartment which transformed into a bachelor pad.

All traces of Heather disappeared.

Her pretty curtains, her shiny pillows.

The pictures of Heather were gone-it was almost as if she had never existed.

"I hate you! Stop touching me." She lied, yet her eyes said a different story.

She missed him.

She had become dependent on Zayn, for her mental and physical needs.

"We both know that's not true."

"I have Jesse."

"He's a little boy..he doesn't know you like I do. He doesn't make you happy like me, And I know for a fact he doesn't f.ck you like I do."

"That's where you're wrong.." she smirks, knowing exactly what buttons to press. "He's does all of those just fine."

She whispered into his ears, putting gasoline in the fire on his lungs.

"Nash stop fucking around."

"Are you going to the sonogram or not?"

"No, it's too risky. FaceTime me?"

Nash scoffs, slamming the door to Zayn's house on her way out.