it's you [malik]

eighteen | talk

"Hey. The girls said you weren't feeling well and were kinda stressed out. You okay?" I hear my boyfriends voice say over the phone.

I've just been sitting and sulking in my room since breakfast. Im not good at handeling my emotions obviously. I feel guilty. I feel like a slut. Im angry at Zayn. Im angry at myself. 

"I'm fine. I'm really just tired." i say back.

"Yeah. Tour will do that to ya. Get some sleep. Eat y'know. Just take care of yourself and I'll see you tomorrow babe." he says.

"Alright bug. See youu." i say then hang up.

Okay at least i can talk to him without freaking out. So hiding it wont be too hard. I just need to get myself together. Its like i can't stop thinking about it. Every minute it replays in my mind. Over and over. I don't even trust myself around Zayn. He's just so irresistible and i don't know what it is. I've never been this way with anyone. I hate it. I hate him.

I feel my phone buzz and i look and of course its Zayn.

"talk?"

I literally already told him I have nothing else to say to him. I don't want to see him ever again. 

"I said no." 

I pick my remote up and turn the tv up on the television to drown out my thoughts but my phone keeps vibrating. 

"i was drunk last night."

"whatever happened wasn't supposed to happen."

"i don't want things to be weird alana."

"im sorry"

Well. I guess that kind of makes things a little better. He didn't know what he was doing. Well at least he's saying he didn't. He could be lying.

"I should believe you because?" 

 I have a feeling he isn't lying. I mean he genuinely looked confused and stressed earlier. Jesus. And i just jumped his bones like a dog in heat.

"lunch? on me?" 

Should i?