Heartless

Chapter 7

Zayn's POV

I wake up to the smell of bacon, making my stomach grumble. The morning light shines in the room, making the white duvet brighter than usual.

My head doesn't hurt that much, because I drank water after every alcoholic drink I had. But Carissa drank more than usual, and I wanted to know why, but she pushed me away.

I don't bother to put on any clothes as I step onto the carpeted floor, making a small thud.

When I make my way to the kitchen, the smell is stronger. S.hit that smells so damn good.

Carissa is standing in front of the stove, still in her shirt that she was wearing, cooking. The plate next to her is piled with bacon and eggs. As she finishes cooking, she turns the stove off and puts the pan in the sink, as well as the spatula.

She turns around and jumps at the sight of me, making me slightly jump also.

"S.hit Zayn, you scared me," she breathes out.

"Sorry," I shrug and look towards the two plates on the table.

"I made breakfast for us," she says as she brings the plate of food to the middle of the table.

"Thanks," I mutter as we both sit down, and begin grabbing food.

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I'm finished with my food, and I'm watching Carissa eat. She takes small bites as she gazes at her food.

"Carissa?" Her head tilts up and her eyes are at me. "Can I ask you a question?"

"I guess?" She pushes her food away and leans back into the chair.

"Why were you drinking so much last night?" Her body tenses for a second but relaxes right after.

"I wanted to forget what happened the other day," she says bluntly. She's not talking about-

"Forget that I pushed you?"

"Yeah," she sighs as she stands, carrying her plate to the sink.

"Look," I stand up and go behind her, "I'm sorry that I pushed you. I didn't mean to."

"Okay," she says in a monotone voice. That's it?

"Just okay?" She shakes her head and walks passed me. Following her, we both head into her bedroom. She begins picking up her clothes from the floor, and puts them in the hamper. I watch her clean up the room without another word.

When she's finished, she heads out of the room and I follow her again. As she's about to sit down, I grab her arm and spin her around so she's facing me.

"F.ucking say something!" I shout in frustration. She winces but shrugs out of my grip.

"What do you want me to say?!" She shouts. "That I forgive you?! Fine! I f.ucking forgive you Zayn!" She stomps away from me and heads into the room. Seconds later she has my clothes in her hands and throws them at me. Catching them easily, she pushes me once and goes up to my face.

"Leave," she says softly, but firmly.

"What?" I say in confusion.

"I said," she steps back and clenches her hands, "f.ucking leave!"

It wasn't the way she was yelling at me that I quickly put my clothes on, but it was the fact that she just didn't want me here.

"Fine," I mutter as I finish putting on my shirt. She doesn't say a word as I open the door, and step out.