Recovery (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Tears,Tears and more tears.

 

This is probably the most horror I felt in weeks. Maybe even months. Why do bad things always happen to me? This happened a while back,I prayed that this feeling would go away. To my disapointment, it didn't. And I had a gut feeling that it wouldn't any time soon.

 I swipe away a few tears that managed to escape from my eyes. Already knowing that mascara is probably making its way down my face. I knew I should have wore water proof, but I didn't have the slightly intention of crying tonight.

Stupid tears,stupid me,stupid curly,stupid mistake.

I can't see a thing. I dont want to,my only fear is looking up infront of me and seeing Harry making direct eye contact again,with those cold,cold emarold eyes. I dont have to look  to  know that they're probably looking at me like I'm a total lunitic.I can act like I don't care about this,any of this. But even you know that I'd be lying.And im a horrible liar.

I felt a large hand rest upon mine.It was comforting,I had a feeling it was Zayns. The other guys only met me moments ago,I dont think they would be that touchy with me.Except for one of them.Heck,I only talked to Zayn last night but hes the only person I can feel ..comfortable around? Safe even? 

"Are you okay?" Zayn spoke quietly.

 Am I ever okay? Maybe lying about being okay is the best option,everyone does it anyways. Because hiding real emotion is better than getting pity from others.

I nodded,sniffing away the leak slowly dripping from my nose.Thats what I hate about crying,I always end up with a red,stuffy nose.Not to mention a wurlpool of emotions.

"Maybe you guys should leave.I'll call you when I know when I get out" he dismissed the others,faint foot steps were heard as they exited. 

Liam stopped at the door,looking back at Zayn. It seemed like he was telling him something,using only his eyes. Zayn obviously understood and nodded. Liam nodded firmly and just simply, left.

Awkward silence took over,sitting on this bed with Zayn I'm probably hurting him.Its like he read my mind when he smiled at me. Like he was assuring me that I wasn't. But I was hurting.

 Zayn broke the silence,finally.

"I would ask you what happened,but I have a feeling you don't want to talk about it."

He was right,I didn't. But I felt like he should know,considering his best mate caused all of this,technically.

"Thats fine. I want you to know,you should know." I sighed.A loud sigh that gave away that  this is going to be quite the challenge. "But if I tell you.. I don't want to be the one to ruin your friendship. Your friendship with,Ha-Harry." Saying his name out loud was more painful than I thought.

He raised his brow at me,"What did he do?" he leaned in as if it would help him understand the situation.

 I sighed again,glanced over at the tv. It was still on,and the sounds coming out of it were distracting. Then slowly,I looked back at him. His Hazel eyes waiting,having his full attention. "It all started the night of the club opening-" 

I managed to tell him the whole story. Thankfully I didn't promise no crying. If I did, I would have broken that promise a couple of minutes into it. I looked down at the Christmas sheets the nurse brought in last night for me and Zayn as I waited for Zayn to say something.

Zayns expression was uneasy, unpredictable, and something I couldn't pin down. I thought he would be yelling, he looks like the yelling type of guy, if that makes any sense at all. Or maybe his anger is stored in that stubble beard of his. But I certainly did not expect him to close the short distance between us and wipe away my tears. Even when all the water works were gone,he just stroked my face with his rough finger tips. I was so distracted by his gentle touch, I didn't even notice his eyes were burning into mine.