Something That I Want ~ Zerrie ~

Question Time

Zayn's POV.

She turns around to face me again.

'Yea?' She asks. Fuck, now I have to explain why I still want to help her.

'Uhm... You don't have to leave alone.' I say, 'I'll take you to the end of the city. Like I promised.'

'Why? You think I'm annoying.' She says.

'You are, ' I say, 'but I always keep my promises.' I lie.

'Okay.' She says. She waits a couple of seconds, 'Maybe we can be friends..'

'No way.' I chuckle, 'I'm not gonna answer all your question about me.'

'No, but that's actually a really good idea!!' She squeals, while she takes a few steps closer to me.

'I ask you something, you answer. Then you ask me something and I answer. Honestly.' She says. I sigh.

'Well, okay. Sit down.' I say, patting on the space next to me on the couch. She sits down but makes sure there's a lot of space between us. I chuckle while looking to the other side.

'Okay. We start with easy questions. I start.' She says, 'How old are you?'

'Is that really the only thing you can think about?' I ask.

'I said we should start easy. So answer.' She says.

'Okay, I'm 20 years old. You?' I ask.

'You want to know how old I am?' She asks.

'Yes, why would I ask if I don't want to know?' I say.

'Okay. I'm eighteen years old.' She says proudly.

'Really? You look younger.' I say. She looks to immature and acts still so childish, so it's normal for me to think she was younger.

'No comment.' She says.

'But that's the thing about this right? Talking about each other?' I ask, confused.

'Only if it's a nice comment.' She says.

'But this wasn't an insult!' I defend.

'Only questions.' She says. I sigh.

'Why are you so annoying?' I ask.

'That's not nice. I'm not gonna answer.' She says, looking to the other side. I smile at her childish behavior.

'Okay, why do you still look so young?' I ask. She laughs. She has a cute laugh.. What? Zayn, stop it!

'That was a bad question, but anyway...' She smiles.

'Well, that wasn't really nice of you too.' I copy her voice. She pats my arm and scoffs.

'The reason why I still look so young is because yesterday it was my birthday.' She says.

'And why didn't you say anything?' I ask.

'Because you wouldn't care anyway.' She says. Okay, maybe that's true.

'Hey, you asked many questions, now it's my turn again.' She says. I roll my eyes.

'What's your favorite color?' She asks.

'Black.' I answer. She frowns.

'Why? Black is so.. dark and boring. Don't you think blue is much nicer?' She asks.

'I suppose blue is your favorite color?' I ask.

'Yes.' She responds, 'My turn. What js this for place?'

'It's called a hotel. People stay here the night and they pay for it.' I explain. She still looks confused but I don't really bother to explain more.

'Your turn again.' She says

I say the first question that pops into my head.

'Why do you want to be free?' I ask. She sighs.

'Well...' She hesitates. So it lays deeper then I thought.

'I lived with my aunt my whole live, literally. She never let me go out. She teached me everything she thought that was important for me to know. Everyday was the same. Eighteen years long.' She explains.

So that's why she's so naïve. She literally doesn't know anything from the world.

'Why go to the mountains?' I ask again.

'I always looked at them, from outside my window. I dreamed about climbing them since I was a little girl.' She says.

'You can't live there, Perrie.' I tell her. She sighs.

'I know. I just want to know what's on the other side.' She says. I nod. We're silent for a couple of minutes.

'Where are your parents?' She whispers.

Perrie's POV.

He looks at his lap.

'They past out when I was thirteen.' He says. My lips form an "oh".

'It's okay.' I say, 'I understand.' I know how it feels when you have no parents. For me it was easier then for him, I guess. He actually knew his parents, I never met mine.

'No you don't.' He says.

'I do.' I say.

'No, you fucking don't!!' He shouts. I put my hands over my ears and fight back the tears. I stand up and leaves his room. When I'm in my room, I burst out in tears.

First if all, how could he say that? Second, why did he have to shout? Aunt Clarissa shouted to sometimes, but I hate it.

Okay, maybe he has a sadder story then me, but he has great, lovely women who cares about him and Safaa. I know, when I look at her, that aunt Clarissa never loved me, or cared for me. She only hided me for the world, and I don't know why.

I hear a knock on the door.

'Perrie?' He asks, in a husky voice.

'What?' I ask harshly.

'Can I come in?' He asks.

'Okay.' I answer. I hide my face in the pillow when I feel him sitting down next to me. His hand touches my back.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you.' He apologizes.

'It's okay.' I look up.

'I just miss them.' He says.

'I know. But at least you have Safaa, and Claire. People who love you. Who care about you. Nobody ever cared about me.'

He looks at me and then stands up.

'Dinner's ready. You coming?' He asks.

'Sure.' I answer

//double update!! Yaaay!!

Ily♥\\