Addicted z.m

Chapter 8

"Zayn..." I whispered after about fifteen minutes of sitting on the bathroom floor. I lifted my head off of his shoulder and he turned his head to face me. His eyes were still red but rid of tears.

"I'm fine," he answered my next question.

"No you're not." I declared.

"If you knew the answer then why were you going to ask?"

"Because I wanted you to say it and mean it."

He left my gaze, putting his head down, nearly touching mine. I lifted his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes.

"You wanna tell me what this is about?"

He looked down at my nose then back to my eyes.

I sighed. "I expected that..."

"Spencer, it's not like that," he denied. "I want to tell you, it'd be so much easier.."

"Then why won't you?" I begged.

"Because sometimes the easy thing to do isn't the right thing to do..."

"Why isn't it right, Zayn?"

"Because...I refuse to let you get hurt in any way, shape, or form."

He knew my next question and dodged it with a kiss. It was a begging kiss, begging for comfort instead of interrogation. So that's what I gave him. He wouldn't let me hold him, instead he held me, like I'm the one who needed comfort.

He held me as if he was holding himself together. He didn't speak much for the rest of the evening, just to ask what I wanted to eat and what movie I wanted to watch.

"You wanna go to bed?" his voice snapped my eyes open. When did we get to the part where she gets her memory back? Were we not just at the part with the party where she got engaged?

I had been trying to keep my eyes open during The Notebook, not wanting to leave Zayn alone in his own consious state, though I could tell he wasn't enjoying the movie much.

"What? No, I'm just resting my eyes." I lied, placing my head back on his shoulder.

"I don't think it takes a whole hour to rest your eyes," he acknowledged.

"I don't want to go to bed yet."

"Fine, but if you doze of again, I'm carrying you to bed." he promised.

I nodded, though it didn't take long for my eyelids to become heavy again.

What felt like only two seconds later, a voice began to hum a lulling melody. It wqs soothing and very pleasurable, causing me to fall deeper into sleep.

"Alright," Zayn's voice ended the song. He stood from the couch and faced me. "Time for bed babe." I reached my arms out and he sighed, gently wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my face into his shoulder.

I felt him lay me on the bed and I opened my eyes to see him hovering over me. "Are you gonna sleep in that?" he questioned my appearance.

"Why not?" I shrugged.

He sighed once more before standing up straight and pulling off his shirt. He tossed it to me and gestured towards the bathroom. I did as he suggested and went to the bathroom to change out of my shirt and shorts and into his shirt that was quite large on me but only met a little above the middle of my thighs.

When I walked back into the room, I noticed the lights were shut off and I could make out the shape of Zayn lying on the bed. I crawled onto the bed and nestled under the covers. I felt his arm wrap around my body as he pulled my back to his chest. His breathing was uneven, he was thinking so hard, I felt like he wasn't even in the same bad as me.