Pain 2: Him (H.S)

Chapter 28

The lights are dimmed in the small diner. Scattering waiters and waitresses roam about cleaning up the dirty tables and sweeping the floors as Zayn scans his menu for something to eat. I haven't gotten any calls or messages from Harry, so I'm assuming he's still asleep. Either way my nerves haven't calmed one bit.

The ride here was really short, maybe five minutes and I'm grateful that we're the only one's here. The diner smells like fries and coffee, oddly a nice combination, and the faint music creates that midnight diner scenery you see in the movies.

We caught up a little in the last ten minutes and he told me how everything is going with his girlfriend and college. He told me the camp Harry suggested him for baseball coaching is starting soon and that he's really excited about it. He was always so good and passionate about it. I remember going to his games at school and hearing people say how they only came to watch him play. I'm surprised he isn't playing professionally.

"How was the movie?" I ask him flipping through the dessert menu. Everything looks great but I'm not hungry. The Chinese filled me up so I'll order a soda or something.

"Real good," He smiles looking at me. "So you moved out?"

"No, Harry moved out. I'm just staying with him for the break."

"Harry?" His smile drops to a frown, "you're back together?" The last time I saw Zayn I was crying in his arms telling him how hurt and depressed I was because of the breakup, and I guess it never crossed my mind to call and tell him everything worked out.

"Yeah, it's been a week." Only?

"Oh, that's nice." He clears his throat. "Summit Complex is really expensive." He closes his menu and pushes it to the side, resting his elbows on the table and leaning in. "So how have you been?" He changes the subject smiling.

"Yeah, it is. And not so good," I honestly tell him.

"I figured. You didn't sound like yourself on the phone. Is everything okay with you and him?"

"Kind of," I look away and sigh, leaning back against the booth chair and I stare out the window picking at the skin of my lip. It's beautiful out and the sky color has changed from pitch black to a lovely shade of navy blue and it's quite nice to look at.

"Hey," His hand reaches over and grabs mine from off the table and holds it. His head tilts with question, probably trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong with me but if he could figure it out with my signals, then that'll be really impressive. "Tell me," He says quietly, "what's wrong?"

I open my mouth to speak but just as I do, a waiter comes over and flips open his notepad and takes the pen out from behind his ear, "Welcome, my name is Joey and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Is there anything you'd like to drink before you order?"

Zayn releases my hand and smiles towards him, picking the menu off the table to give to him, "tea and a glass of water."

"Would you like lemon in your tea?"

"Two slices please. How about you Alee?" He turns to me and they both wait.

"Coke." I force a smile and follow Zayn's action in handing him my menu. My heart keeps racing and slowing down every time I see a car pass by and I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea.

"Okay, are you ready to order?"

"Yeah, I'll just have cheese fries."

"And you miss?"

"Nothing, thank you."

"Are you sure?" Zayn asks me.

"Yeah, just a coke will be fine." I'm trying really hard not to panic.