Zayn's POV
I stiffened at the question. It isn't something that I like to think, or talk, about.
"N-nothing," I stuttered.
"I know you are lying. There is blood on you lip. hat happened when you were out in the woods?"
"Oh," I say, "I, umm, I tripped and bit my lip."
Not your best lie.
"Ok," Harry hesitated.
Hopefully he buys that.
"What do you want for dinner?" I ask, trying to be nice. I don't know why I haven't kicked him out yet.
"We could go out."
"No! I mean, no I would much rather eat here."
He gives me a funny look, "Do you have a specific diet or something?" he said curiously.
"Something like that," I mumbled.
Harry's Pov
Zayn has been acting weird since he got back. I feel bad for him. So much has happened to him since he was kidnapped.
He has been deprived, just living here in the woods all alone.
"I have to leave, maybe I could come over tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.
"I will be with friends until midnight. DO NOT come into the woods tomorrow." he warned before I walked out.
I wonder what he meant by that.
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I'm sorry it is short but I have I get a move on the next chapter before I forget my idea.
