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

.6

Bella looked beautiful in a simple pink crop top, posing in front of a Polaroid. Zayn's birthday was coming up and this year he had odd requests. He wanted exactly twenty seven pictures of Bella. So there she was, changing outfits and hairstyles for Zayn's photo shoot.

Bella had no idea why he wanted pictures of her, but she didn't mind. She trusted him completely, and knew he wouldn't abuse her trust.

"A little to the left." Zayn requested, and Bella followed his orders.

Zayn laughed at the silly faces she made and admired how beautiful she was.

They had ordered pizza and were eating it on their bed, being careful not to make a mess. Originally Bella wanted them to go into the dining room to eat, but she knew that Zayn didn't feel like getting up so she didn't force it.

"I love you." Bella said, climbing over him and kissing his lips softly before getting up and changing out of her red dress and into Zayn's shirt.

It was big and smelled like him. It made her feel safe and she honestly loved wearing Zayn's clothes so much, she barely wore her own unless she was going out of the house. Which wasn't very often because all she ever needed was in her apartment: Zayn, Snow, food and water.

"Bella can you do me a favor?"

"What do you need?" Bella asked, pushing her glasses further onto the bridge of her nose. Zayn smiled at his little dork, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"I want you to talk to your father, or atleast try to."

"Why would you want that?"

"Because I talked to mine, and it felt nice.. it's relieving."

"No it's not. My father's an asshole, he left had two families at the same time. He-he chose them." Bella pouts, getting off of Zayn and walking into the bathroom. She stands before the big mirror, sitting on the countertop and beginning to do her makeup.

"He made a mistake."

"He's not even related to them, yet he chose to be their dad instead of mines and lex. Lex was eleven, Zayn."

"I know Bells..but we almost died, doesnt that mean something to you? Do you really want to die knowing that you didn't even try?"

"Yes, I would. I don't like him, I don't want him, I don't need him...since when do you care about my past?"

"When I realized it's affecting you. Izzy told me-"

"Izzy's been telling you a lot recently. Why are you always talking about her?"

"Bella it's not like that."

"No, it is like that. I'm trying to get you and help you to the best of my ability and all you ever want to fucking talk about is your therapist! Who is married, by the way."

"Bella calm down."

"D-d-ont t-tel-l-l me to calm d-down, I am calm! I'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine." Bella stutters, twitching as she put on her eyeliner.

"Fuck." She muttered, throwing her eyeliner in the trash can abruptly.

Passive anger, stuttering, paranoia, and fear was a result of the trauma her head experienced. She had a mild concussion and the swelling wasn't going down as fast as her doctor predicted. Zayn wasn't the only flawed one.

"Bella!" Zayn yells, trying to pull himself up but failing. He didn't know what was happening in the room adjacent to him but he was terrified.

"Bella." He screamed, louder this time as he heard a thud.

His phone was on the shelf and he was defenseless.

He heard the doorbell ring after minutes of screaming, and so he yelled "Come in!"

An elderly lady came in, shocked, as she called 911 and put a damp towel on Bella's forehead.