Tell Me A Lie

Chapter 7

Eva sat up the breakfast table. Her delicious food sat untouched in front of her. She held her hands up to her head, the head ache finally going away after she took some medication for it. She kept her eyes closed, for the light stopped the head ache from going away. She hears shuffling coming into the kitchen. "Hey sweetie." She recognized her father’s voice. "Your head ache going away?" He asks. I nod my head a little.

"Just a bit." I reply to him. I could hear him come and sit down across from me, silent for a moment, but it felt like he still needed to speak, so Eva stays quiet. “It might take a while, it’s kind of like the one you and mom had earlier.

"Um, Eva. There is someone at the door for you." He says after just a second. Eva lets her hands fall at the table and her eyes to open and look at her father.

"Where?" I ask.

"At the door." He says, his head gesturing the way to the front of the house. Eva stands up, being as care full as possible to not make the head ache worse. She leaves the kitchen, hoping and praying it was Zayn at the door. She turns the corner and-- Nicole.

"Hey Eva." The friendly neighbor says when she sees her at the door. Eva felt a little sad inside.

"Hi." Eva says back.

"Here. I know we didn't get off on the right foot. I still know what it's like to be a teenager. So, I made you this." She says and holds out a small basket with a variety of cookies inside. There was a piece of paper folded and taped to the top.

"Thanks." Eva says as she gently takes the basket full of goodies from Nicole's delicate hands.

"It was nice seeing you again." Nicole says as she steps out of the house.

"Yeah, you too. Bye." Eva says.

"Bye." Nicole starts walking away, and Nicole shuts the front door. Just then her father walks in.

"What was that all about?" He asks.

"She made me cookies.” Eva tells her father. She sighs, the back of her head pounding. She looks up to her father. "Can I go take a nap? My head really hurts." She begs. Her father nods. "Thanks dad." She says and gives him a hug before heading up to her room with the cookies. She gets to her room, locks the door hopping to not be disturbed, and sits on her bed. Looking down at the cookies, she takes the note off, wondering what Nicole had said.

I hope you enjoy your cookies, I made them myself. That job offer for my flower shop is still open if you’re interested at all. Have a wonderful day. -Nicole

Eva set the basket down on her nightstand and laid in her bed. She closed her eyes, determined to fall fast asleep. Just when she thought she would, she couldn't. Shifting around, trying to find the most comfortable position, it just wasn't working for her. Soon, she was laying on her back, looking up at her dull ceiling. She sighs, and grabs her phone, sending a text to Zayn.

Hey. -Eva

She sets her phone down on her stomach, wishing that the torture in her head would finally leave her. She again looks up to the ceiling, making little pictures out of the dried paint. Just as her eyes were about to close, her phone vibrates on her stomach. She jumps a little, startled by the sudden jolt through her, and picks her phone up.

Hey, vas happenin? –Zayn

I have a massive head ache. It hurts a lot. -Eva

This time Zayn texted right back.

Oh.. –Zayn

Really? Eva thought. That’s all he’s going to say? And then her phone vibrates a couple seconds later.

Would you like me to come over? I could help you feel better if you would like? –Zayn

:) That would be very nice of you. Thanks Zayn –Eva

:) -Zayn

Eva smiles, hopping Zayn would be there soon, and that her parents would let him stay. With that in her mind, she texted her dad telling him that Zayn would be over, and to send him up to her room. Her dad said okay. She sat up in her bed, her head throbbing. She stands up, but realizes that hurt too much as well, so she crawled to the door, unlocked it, and crawled to the bathroom. She didn’t what to look too bad when Zayn got here. She pulls herself up with the edge of the sick, and stands, a little dizzy.

Once she gets her balance right, she looks into the mirror, and sees how bad she really looked. To her anyway. Her make-up from the night before was lightly smeared under her eyes, and her once neatly made pony-tail was a bit ratted. “Wow I look like crap.” Eva says, knowing how insecure of herself she was. She grabbed some make-up remover and fixed the black streaks under her eyes. She was really slow at it, considering the fact her head distracted her from concentrating. Just as she finished, and was about to start on her hair, a knock was on her door. “Eva? It’s Zayn.” She hears Zayn say as he enters the room and shuts the door behind him.

“I’m in here.” She says. She was almost freaking out that she didn’t get a chance to fix her messed up hair. Zayn walks into the bathroom and sees her gripping the sink to keep her balance.

“What are you doing?” He asks her. “You should be lying down right now.” He claimed.

“I looked like crap.” She says.

“I don’t care what you look like. Your beautiful no matter what.” He says and grabs her hand. “Come on. Let’s go to your bed.” He says. She holds on to him, tightly. A lot more tight than he expected, but it didn’t hurt him at all. He led her to her bed, and helped her sit down. She scoots to the top of the bed, resting her back on the head board. Zayn set’s a back pack down on the end.

“What is that?” She asks. He doesn’t answer. He just unzips it.

“It is some things I brought for you.” He elucidates. “Just some things to try and get the head ache of your mind, and think of something else.” He then pulls the first item out of the bag.

Brownies.

Eva couldn’t help but smile, remembering the taste of the brownies in her mouth. Zayn digs in his bag for another item. More medication for the pain, some that might actually work for her. Again, his hand was searching in his bag, and he pulls out his portable DVD player. “Holy moly Zayn, how much stuff did you bring?” She asks him as his hands go back into him bag.

“Not enough for you.” He says, pulling out three bottles of water. “Here, drink these.” He hands one to her, and puts the other two on the nightstand. He went back to his bag. “And last, but not least,” and he pulls out a cloth.

“What is that for?” Eva asks.

“You will see. Now keep yourself hydrated.” He says. He goes over to the window and makes the room as dark as possible. “I will be back.” And with that, Zayn leaves the room. Eva opens the first bottle of water, and starts to drink it, only intending on a sip, but she chugs half of it without a problem. She sighs, feeling much better, and lays so her head was at the end of the bed where Zayn’s bag was. The blankets down there felt cool on her head. She closed her eyes, resting a little, but not falling asleep.

Soon, Zayn was back. And he locked the door behind him. Eva turns to look at him. He had a small red bucket, but she couldn’t see what was inside until he set it down in front of her. Full of ice, with a little water, obviously going to be cold. “Eva, lay back down on your pillows so your head is elevated.” Eva did as she was told and crawled back up to the top of the bed, and on the pillows. He puts the cloth in the ice water, rings it out good, and folds it so it fit perfectly on Eva’s forehead. As soon as the coldness touched, she automatically felt a little better.

“Thanks Zayn. You’re amazing.” She honestly tells him. He smiles a little and they lock eyes. He pecks her on the lips, and then he goes back to the end of the bed where his stuff was. He walks over to the movies Eva had in her room. Picks one, puts it in, starts it, and lays next to Eva as they watch it. Zayn kept getting the cloth wet every time it would warm up, and kept making her drink water. The medication was never needed. After the movie was over, the head ache went away.