WALLS(Zayn Malik A.U)

Chapter 17- Connections

AVA

"Hey Gin" I called dully at my friend, she was sitting in an award position watching the news. I'm still worn out from the blowout I had with Zayn yesterday. I haven't seen him around whatsoever and I am perfectly okay with that.

"Hi, Ava" She responded a weak smile on her face.

The rain was coming down quite hard today and it was ridiculous. I hate day like this, I know Ginger is suffering probably the most since weather affects her Bi polar disorder. Everyone was quiet and awkward in the relax room. I only had about thirty minutes to hang out with Ginger anyway until my session with Margaret.

"How're you feeling" I asked.

"Oh my God, Ava stop you're not a therapist" Gin joked, I laughed along with her. Her attention was brought to the left of me and I watched as she stared there for a good few seconds. I followed her gaze and saw Anna a girl my age, who was eating some grapes.

"Ginger"

She didn't pay attention to me, but kept staring.

"Ginger" I called again this time she did turn to look in my direction her eyes filled with something I know all to well.

"What were you staring at" I asked the redheaded girl.

"Um, nothing" She said.

I sat back on the chair a bit more and turned to face her, her crazily styled red hair the only thing keeping me from seeing her face.

"Gin-"

"Yes, I'm bi" She announced.

"Bi....Bi polar, I know this"

"No you crapper, bi,bi"

I furrowed my eyebrows at her then looked away, bisexual, huh I never noticed until now.

"That's cool" I said casually.

"You're not weireded out" She asked in a low voice, avoiding eye contact.

"No, I'm really not" I said.

I looked at her again and she looked down at her lap, in thought. I'm shocked that's she's shocked over the fact I'm not freaking out. She's the only friend I really have here, with Zayn going on a.sshole mode, and me literally terrified to talk to seventy-nine percent of the people here. Ginger looked back up at me and smiled, that medal deserving smile she has.

"That's refreshing" Is all she says, and all she has to say for a weird closer connection to form between the two of us, its out of nowhere really.

ZAYN

"It seems to be healing just fine sweetheart" The nurse lady told me as she checked out my bruised fist.

"No more punching walls right?" She joked.

I got off of the bed and stepped onto the white tiled floor, holding a package of ice to my fist.

"Right" I agreed, rolling my eyes, does she not realize I'm not four years old.

"Zayn, come on" Mikey called I rolled my eyes again and walked towards him.

"Zayn sweetheart, keep rolling your eyes and they'll get stuck that way" The nurse winked, winked. That's disgusting.

Mikey began walking me to the cafeteria and I stopped him.

"I'm really not hungry, I'm exhausted from those pain killers she gave me" I explained. He gave me a skeptical look but, after a few seconds he complied and took me to my room. As soon as I got in there I rummaged through my drawer for the disposable phone. I need to try calling him... I nearly jumped for joy, when I saw I had two missed calls from Liam. I tried calling for the past day and a half and he never picked up.