WALLS(Zayn Malik A.U)

Chapter 18- Hurt

AVA

The smell Lysol hung in the air like a bee over a flower. I crossed my legs and stared into Margaret's face with a smirk.

"Shall we begin the session" I asked.

I don't know where my sudden 'bitchatude' came from but its quite fun.

"Any certain dreams lately" She asked. I furrowed my eyebrows at her and cocked my head to the side.

"Some patients have been getting bad dreams lately, so have you" Margert said.

"Are you drugging us" I asked.

"No!"

"And that's my answer" I leaned back in the chair some more and she sighed.

"Its not going to work ya know" Margaret says randomly after a few seconds of silence.

"What do you mean"

"You're trying to prove something Ava, I don't know if its that you think you don't need to be here or that you're stronger minded than anyone else. Yet, in reality you really do need to be here and I pray you realize that"

I clenched my teeth together and dropped my head to stare at the old styled carpet. You can only be so confident for so long, until your mind and ego meet each other.

"Can I please leave"

"Well, can you-"

I was out the door before Margaret can get whatever s.hit she wanted today out of her mouth. I don't know if it was some weird twist of faith or the devil at work. But, of course Lauren-Hills's empty halls are completely filled with people the one time I just want to get away and just.....cry.

On my way to my room I heard a disgusting cough come from the room I know all to well. Reluctantly, and most likely what I will regret later on I opened the door to a freaking smoke house.

"God, Zayn are you having fun killing yourself"

He blew smoke out his mouth and looked at me, then nodded his lips curled up.

"Its nice to see you took the time from hating me to check on my health." Zayn teased and I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, can you just put the cigarette away so I can at least stay alive" I asked and he looked back out he window. A silence taking over making me want to leave....almost.

He took another hit at his cigarette then finally turned to face me.

"What's the point of living if you're not alive" He asked.

"Who says I want to be alive" I retorted.

He laughed, the smoke blew I'm my direction

"Join the club sweetheart"

He doesn't know, he joined my club. And in my club I don't like secrets, so I will get every little secret out of Zayn Malik.

"Besides, you just said you wanted to stay alive"

"Whatever" I scoffed.

He put the cigarette head against the wood and threw it in a trash can with perfect aim.

"Show off" I joked.

"Someone's done with their 'Zayn is an arse let's ignore him'"

"Its your fault you're a secretive arse" I said poking fun at his accent.

I sat down on his bed and he came and sat next to me grabbing his pillow and hugging it to his chest. He seemed vulnerable.

"You're such a girl" I told him.