Teacher's Aid (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 20.

I put the pencil down. My hand aching from drawing so much.

I wasn't done. I had the basic stuff, and just had to shade and add a few colors here and there, but I would do it once I got home.

Zayn was still outside, and I'm pretty sure he must've fallen asleep or something because I've been drawing for about two and a half hours.

I got up out of my seat, carefully finding a safe space for my drawing in my luggage.

I walked outside, seeing Zayn on his laptop entering grades.

"Zayn, we are supposed to be on vacation." I sighed, crossing my arms as I leaned against the door frame.

"I know, but I'm a teacher, I still have to work." He said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"You work to much."

"It's my job, Skylar."

"I know, love. I just think you spend to much time working, I know you wake up in the middle of the night to grade stuff and put them in." I said.

"You're right." He sighed, closing his laptop.

"But now, I've officially finished it all." He said, putting his laptop in it's case and squeezing past me and going into the room.

I nodded, looking at the clock.

"It's 8pm." I pointed out.

"Mhm." He said.

I sighed, going inside as well and brushing my teeth.

"I'm gonna order some dinner, do you want anything?" Zayn asked.

I shook my head, looking into the mirror and continueing to brush my teeth.

He nodded and I heard him speaking into the phone.

I closed my eyes, looking down at the fading scars on my wrists.

I trailed my finger over the scars, that were unnoticeable unless you were way up close.

I gulped, pushing the temptation away as I walked out of the bathroom.

"You okay? You seem upset." I asked Zayn.

"Just stressed." He muttered.

"You want to talk about it?" I asked him, sitting next to him.

"No." He spat.

"Okay." I said, going to hold his hand.

"Jesus Christ Skylar, do you always have to be touching me?" He rolled his eyes standing up.

"What?" I frowned.

"God, just leave me alone." He said, grabbing his jacket and one of the hotel keys and leaving the room.

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself.

I sit down on the bed, turning the TV on and laying down.

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I had been awake for about half an hour, but was still laying on my bed, but I've been on my phone the whole time, my eyes continually glancing to Zayn who was knocked out on the other bed; I refused to sleep next to him, despite all his attempts to kiss me or hug me, or cuddle with me. I refused to sleep next to him since he was drunk.