Bad // zaynmalik [on hold]

Chapter Eleven

 "Ellie!" Makayla cried, engulfing me in a hug.

"Are you okay?" She mumbled into my neck, squeezing me as tight as she could.

"I'm fine, my feet kind of hurt though, so I can't stand for long." I noted, having to lean on the outside of her house when she broke the hug.

"I'm just glad you're alive.. I don't know all of the details, but if you want to talk about it later, I'm here to listen."

"Thanks..." I nodded, both of us turning our attention to Zayn, who was still standing on her front porch stairs.

"I trust you didn't touch her?" Makayla hissed, giving Zayn the cold shoulder.

"Like I would." Zayn returned the bitterness, though that was more of an insult to me.

Makayla glared at him for a second before turning back to me.

"How 'bout we go inside? We can make hot chocolate and watch Netflix?"

"Sounds great." I smiled, locking eyes with Zayn before Makayla hurried me into the house. She shut the door behind herself, refusing saying 'goodbye' to Zayn. I wish she would've let me say something to him, though. I hated his guts, but he was doing something nice for me.

"Sit down, make yourself at home, I'll get you some bandages for your feet." Makayla helped me over to her couch, the one we've slept on countless times during slumber parties.

"Do you also want a change of clothes? You're still in your outfit from last night?"

I looked down, noticing I was. The white top was dirty and torn a bit, but the shorts were intact.

"Yeah, actually, changing into clean clothes would be nice right now..."

Halfway through the second movie we were watching, I became bored. I had finished my hot chocolate, I was overheating under the blanket covering me, and Zayn still wasn't back. My thoughts began to wander. My mind led me to ask the one question that has puzzled me since the day I met that dark-haired boy. I wasn't sure if I should ask, but before I could stop myself, I was talking.

"Makayla." I snagged the blonde's attention.

"What's up?" She quickly grabbed her remote and paused the movie.

"Why do you hate Zayn so much? Like.. What did he do.."

She laughed, though it wasn't a cheerful laugh.

"He uhm... He broke my heart."

Shocked, I wanted to know more, "What do you mean?"

"We used to date, and.. he used me." She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I fell in love, and he didn't."

"When was this?" I asked, unaware that the two dated.

"It was last year, over the summer."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, El, your mom had just passed, my love life seemed a little irrelevant; don't you think? Not to mention I was embarrassed about the relationship."

"Why were you embarrassed?" I mentally slapped myself for asking so many questions today. I was never this nosy.

"Why do you think?" Makayla scoffed. "He was using me for sex."

"But.. Isn't Kyle doing that?" I regretted the words as soon as I spoke them.

"Excuse me?" She sat up straighter, glaring at me like I was an idiot. "Kyle is not using me, Ellie. What even makes you think that?"