|just tell me that you love me z.m.|

.4

"Fuck! Bella wait until Louis comes."

"Louis late, Zayn. I can do it myself, I swear." Bella says, picking up the heavy wheelchair and slowly taking it down the stairs. Throughout the entire plight, Zayn was screaming and complaining about how its too heavy and how she could have gotten hurt.

"Its cute that you care, but don't worry. Its not that heavy." She lied.

"No, I know you can do I just dont want you to. You're not supposed to.."

"Supposed to what?"

"You're my..everything and I provide you with nothing anymore. We're broke, I-I cant fucking move my legs and you're suddenly the man of this relationship and I hate it."

"Zayn, relationships take two people. Not just one. You're the man, last time I checked you're the one with the huge di-" Bella attempts to boost his ego.

"I really do come at the WORST times." Louis rolls his eyes as he picks up Zayn in bridal style, walking him down the hall and into the elevator. Bella smiles and locks the door behind her, saying goodbye to her beloved snow.

"Bella." Zayn says, motioning for Louis to put him down. Zayn was gently placed in his seat, fingers entwined with Bella's as they strolled into the car Mr. and Mrs. Malik bought. It was a car specialized to include a space for Zayn's wheelchair.

Louis drove them to the clinic, where Zayn and Bella stayed while Louis went to the food court directly below the floor Zayn's clinic was on.

"Zayn stay still." Bella whispers, trying to get him out but obviously struggling. Zayn mutters and swears, slapping Bella's hand away from him.

"Bella, can you please fucking leave me alone? I can do things by myself, I'm not a baby."

"Zayn you're.."

"Go ahead Bella, its not a bad word. Just say it," he dared her.

"Paralyzed..."

"Even then, I'm still stronger than you. You're weak, go out and do what you do best. Waste money and overthink shit."

Bella didn't know what hurt more, the slap or Zayn's words.