Heartless

Chapter 10

Carissa's POV

When I wake up, I notice that my arms are wrapped around something.

More like someone.

Zayn is still sleeping, and my arms are around his waist. What happened last night?

Oh yeah, I cut my foot.

The bloody thing hurts when I try to move, and when I try to, Zayn moves also.

"Are you awake?" Zayn says out of the blue. My eyes widen as his head turns, and his eyes open.

Nodding, I watch him breathe through his nose as he takes the duvet off of us. A shiver runs down my spine from the coldness as he comes closer to me.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, a hand going to my hair, toying with it.

"A little," I say softly. Zayn must've heard me because his hands to my back and thighs as he swiftly carries me. My hands go around his neck as I watch where he's taking me.

He seats me in a dining chair and goes to my fridge, pulling out ingredients.

"Does scrambled eggs sound good?" He looks toward me. Nodding, he turns back around and begins making breakfast.

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He serves two plates for us, and we begin eating.

"Does your foot still hurt?" He asks.

I nod and take a bite, chewing it slowly.

"I know I say this way too much but I'm sorry for yelling at you last night." He sighs. "It's okay if you don't say anything."

"I know you don't mean it," I tell him, looking up. "You don't mean to yell at me, but you do it anyway. I shouldn't throw myself at guys, because it upsets you. I'm too naïve to see, but now it's clear."

"Carissa-"

"You're going to be the same," I take a deep breath, "and I can't change that, nor can you."

"I can change, I'll be nicer, I won't yell at you anymore-"

"You can't change Zayn." He looks at me in sadness. "You know you can't change."

"I can change!" He yells, immediately regretting it. "I'm sorry I just-"

"Zayn," I stand up, wincing at the pain in my foot, "just stop." Carrying both out plates, I take them to the sink. Turning around, Zayn is standing in front of me.

"Carissa I want to change," he says.

"But you won't, no matter how hard you try." I push past him and head into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I wipe my mouth when I'm finished and clean my bedroom up as Zayn stares. He's changed into the clothes he was wearing last night, which is pretty gross in my opinion.

"Zayn you can leave if you want to," I sigh as I turn around. He's right behind me when he leans in, and kisses me. His eyes are closed as I stare at him eyes-wide.

My body is tense as he tries to get a reaction out of me. His hands go to my cheeks, trying to deepen the kiss but it doesn't work.

"You're such a s.lut."

"You're such a w.hore."

"I bet you haven't had a good f.uck ever since your lost your virginity."

I pull away as I feel the tears fall, hearing Zayn's words echo in my head over and over again.

"Carissa I-" Zayn places his hands on my shoulders and tries to look at me, but my face is staring at the ground, not daring to look into his hazel eyes.

"Don't," I place my hand on his chest and push away slightly.

"What did I do?" He tugs the roots of his hair in frustration.

"Just go, Zayn," I shake my head as he looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to let him stay.

"Okay," he says, walking away from me.

When he leaves, I take a shower and change into some baggy clothes before laying down in the living room.

Zayn's POV

What did I do to make her cry? Did my breath stink that bad?

"Harry," I shake him awake. He groans as his eyes open and he sits up.

"What?" He rubs his eyes as he yawns.

"I kissed Carissa." His eyes widen and a smile grows on his face.

"Good for you man," he pats my back but I shake my head.

"She cried while I was kissing her Harry," I groan.

"That's not good," he states.

"I know it's not good," I start pacing around the room, "but now I don't know what to do. Can you help me out?"

"Sorry Zayn but," he stretches, "you have to fix this one."

"I can't," I cry out.

"Yes you can," he shakes my shoulders, "now go get some rest, you have some making up to do tomorrow."

"Yeah," I sigh.

I head to my bedroom and push Liam to the opposite side of my bed before slipping in, and falling asleep.

"You can't change Zayn. You know you can't change."

She sounds tired, of me. I'm constantly jealous of any guy that comes to her, even my best mates. But it felt so right when I was laying next to her, the way she clings onto my body like I was hers, and she was mine.

I just hope that in time, it will happen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N

Hiiiii, updating because I got a vote and a comment on Chapter 9.

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