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

1.0

"It's like she's a different person." Zayn said, eyes on his phone which showed Bella's latest photo shoot. He was deep in thought, ignoring the looks of desperation his therapist offered.

"She's not different, just busy. Don't feel bad, she's literally only doing it for your health and well being." The woman said wisely, glancing down at the ring on her finger.

Don't let it show, she thought repeatedly.

"I'm just tired of being alone. She's always busy and when she's not busy she's exercising."

"But is she happy?"

"I guess so.."

"Then you should be too. Her happiness is-or should be equivalent to yours."

"I'm selfish, I want her. I need her. She can't keep..leaving me. She promised." Zayn grumbled, annoyance clearly engulfing his voice.

"Sometimes couples have to fall apart for a little while to realize how much they truly need eachother."

"I hate that you're right. I'm just overthinking shit."

She smiled softly, eyes glancing up into Zayn's quickly, "We're human, it's what we do best."

+

"God I've missed you." Zayn says, peppering kisses over Bella's face. Bella smiles brightly as she kisses him back. She sat on his limp lap, hands entangled with his long dark hair.

"Your birthday is coming up." Bella hums, "I think we should go somewhere."

"Why?"

"Because we are financially stable now..we should be able to have fun and celebrate your birthday." Bella says with urgency, her eyes turning fifty shades lighter. She was so excited. All of her hard work and patience was worth it. Zayn could be both healthy and happy.

"I dont think thats a good idea."

"Of course it is! We can go anywhere you want on Smile!'s private airplane. I already spoke with your doctor-"

"Bella I said no! I-I want to stay home, just you and I. The accident happened seven months ago, its too soon."

"I dont get you," Bella argues. "I'm trying to do something nice for us and-"

"Take me as I am or you can go to wherever the hell it is you want to go alone." Zayn snapped. Bella gets off of Zayn's lap, a frown on her face as she schedules an appointment with Zayn's physical therapist. It seemed as if all her efforts were futile.

"What are you doing?"

"Making an appointment with your therapist. I don't know what's wrong with you,"

"Don't." Zayn snaps quickly, instinctively concealing his panic with anger.