Can't Remember to Forget You.

She Way Out

Sorry about the wait again. I was at the beach all day. And now I have this ugly sun burn because I let my brother do my sun screen (because I'm really white!!!) and he didn't do it evenly so now its all messed up. But I hope you guys like this even though some of you may have read this. Its good to refresh those pretty little cookies of yours. See ya later.

xxxx-Tori

Chapter 5

She Way Out

*Zayn’s P.O.V*

She was acting normal with us. It’s been about 2 years since we’d had a nice, good looking girl our age treat us like normal lads instead of “fangirling”. It’s not a bad thing but it gets a little old at times. I didn’t mean to come off rude when I looked at her when she told me not to I wasn’t expecting her to be in her bra. Though it didn’t hurt to see it. I don’t think she realized that I actually saw something more than just her bra and body. I saw a huge bandage over a mark on her side. You could see the outlining of where it had/was bleeding. I kind of wondered what it was. Maybe just a scratch from work or something. My thoughts got interrupted when I heard Tori’s voice ask the brown haired flight attendant if she had a big bandage. Within a minute the lady was back and handed her 3 large band aids. She may need more than that! The thing was huge. I was surprised she was still walking. I would be whaling like a baby by now if that was me.

“Thank you so much.” I heard her say to the lady.

“No problem.” She replied.

“Um, I’ll be back in a minute. Excuse me.” She stood and walked down the aisle like she was some runway model. She turned into the bathroom and closed the door.

Harry turned around me and started singing:

“Ass, ass, ass, ass….!” I couldn’t help but chuckle then I hit him on the shoulder because we didn’t even really know the girl and its rude to be talking behind her back. But it’s not like it was a lie. She did have a nice butt.

“What do you think she’s doing with those?” Asked an always curious Louis.

“Maybe she has a scratch?” I didn’t want to say anything unless she gave me permission. Heck I didn’t even know what happened to her.

“Yeah, a scratch from a tiger!” Wow like I said the always curious one. With the imagination of a toddler.

*Tori’s P.O.V*

I lifter up my shirt and realized that I had to peal the band aid off and hold my shirt up both at the same time. I don’t know how in the world I even really got this thing on in the first place. It was such in a weird position. I decided to take a paper towel and soaked it in hot water. I ringed it out and lightly pressed it on the bandage. I tried to think of any way I could peal this off without a lot of pain but I saw it wasn’t possible at all. I was going to be hurting. Weather I liked it or not. I threw the paper towel away and braced myself. I got the end of the band aid and peeled. I quickly stopped seeing that it hurt way to bad. You know when you get hurt and all you can do it that awkward jump and dance? Yep, well that was me at the moment. I then heard a knock on the door which made me stop doing my crazy jig.

“Tori?” It was Zayn of course.

“I’ll be out shortly hold on.” I tried speaking clearly as it still hurt.

“Do you need any help?” He sounded serious about it. This was surprising though I only had known him for less than a day.

“No, I think I’m good.” I denied really regretting it.

“I’ll be waiting outside then.” Obviously he could tell I needed help with the little jam I was in. I just stood there looking at myself in the mirror. Wondering how I ever let things get this far. It just blew my mind. How crazy I had been to come here. How crazy I had been if I’d had stayed. How crazy life really was. Well, this bandage won’t come off by itself. I decide I could use just a little bit of help. I pulled my shirt down and opened the door. Zayn was propped on the adjacent wall acting like he knew this would happen.

“OK I need help but this is strictly business I guess. And if you tell anyone else I have this I will hurt you.” I couldn’t figure out what the right word to use was.

 “No funny business.”

“Yes, Sir” He replied.

He walked in and I closed the door behind him.

“So what do I need to do?” He asked

“Well, 1st thing are you scared of blood, big cuts, ex.?”

“No. Not really.”

“Good, well I have this cut on my side. I need to get the old bandage off and a new one on. Got it?” Strictly business hoping he still understood that.

“Yes.”

“Ready?”

He nodded. I lifted my shirt up trying not to reveal the bra that he’s already seen. I held it up. He put his warm hands on my skin around the bandage. He took the end that I started with.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes… just to let you know I am a whiny baby!” I was shaking like an old person.

“So where are you from Miss. Tori?” I guess he was trying to do that little distracting thing with me. Good plan. He started peeling and I started to tear up and make that little squeaky noise because the pain was so powerful.

“Arrowville, Mississippi. But I was born in Miami, Florida.” I tried to keep my words forward as all I wanted to do was cr.

“Why’d you move?”

“My boyfriend wanted to move there and I owww… tagged along.”

“Sorry, we’re almost done. We have 1 more to go. So how old are you then?”

“Umm, I’m 18.”

“Wow did you drop out of high school then?”

“No, I was 17 when I graduated. Then we just left. But he’s older than me.”

“That’s cool. So were done. That’s a really big cut. How’d you get it?”

“Long story.” I turned to the mirror and looked at it. It was crazy what glass can do.

“It’s really ugly. Cover it up, gently please.” I turned back to him on quick feet.

“I have been.”

“I know that. But it still hurts a lot.”

“I bet. You can cry though. I understand.”

“Nah, I don’t think I need to anymore.” He took the band aids from off the counter and unpeeled the first one. Starting at the bottom he stuck it on. Hurting only a smidge. The middle one hurt the worst. But the top hurt the least. 

“Okay, I think your all good.”

“Thank you.” I said.

“I’ll clean up. You can go sit down with the rest of the lads.”

“No, it’s ok it’s my mess anyways. I got it.”

“I insist. Your hurt pretty bad obviously and I can clean this up.” He stated to chuckle.

“No I want to clean it up.” He wouldn’t budge. Just like my mother.

“I will carry you out there and sit you down Tori. I will make Harry not let you out. Don’t think I’ playing either. Go sit down now.” I just stop there and laughed lightly.

“K, fine but I will get you one day.” I hurried out of the bathroom.