Boy With Love|COMPLETE|

NINETEEN

Bloom paced the length of her bed gathering all the possible excuses to tell her dad about the drawings.
Her dad knew she only drew things she had seen, she wasn't the type to draw things she pictured in her brain, she had to see it before sketching the shape.

She bit on her lower lip nervously, the sound of the door opening made her heartbeat stop. She looked at the doorway and saw Damian smiling at her with her drawing pad in his hand.

"What did he say?"
She asked fiddling with her fingers as if it could stop the hammering in her chest.

"I told him it was an anime character you saw on TV," Damian told her

"Did he believe you?" She asked, biting down on her lip to shake away the fear consuming her slowly.

"I can be pretty convincing when I want dollface. Yes!" Damian smiled.
She released a loud breath in relief and allowed her shoulders to relax.

"You should be careful, you know your dad will become more protective of you if he finds out you've been sneaking out."

"Yeah."
She mumbled taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

"The look on my dad's face when he saw that drawing, he looked horrified, like he knew him." She said to Damian.

"He was just surprise to see it, you've never drawn anything like that especially in ten pages." He said with a brief laugh.

Bloom wasn't sure that was the case but she brushed it off, the good thing was that he believed Damian's lie.

"How are you?" he asked sitting next to her. "Don't lie to me," he added with a serious tone.

"I know you're hurting, Bloom, what did that asshole do to you?"

"Nothing," she said and looked away.

He sighed softly and decided not to pressure her to open up to him.

"I will see you later."
He told her and left.

She grabbed her drawing pad and went through all the drawings she had of Zayn. She stopped at the one he was resting his back on the headboard with one leg propped up. She chuckled as she remembered how she begged him to stay still, sad tears filled her eyes at the memory.

She closed the book and laid on the bed, she missed him. She faced the window staring at it hoping he'd sneak in any moment to see her but it never happened. It was just the small wind outside mocking her for waiting for the impossible.

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Taylor was discharged after a week, he was better now and the guys were glad to have him back. They were hanging out at the Anti-sam cafeteria, few people came to sign on the plaster cast on his left arm.

"That's enough!"
Nicole snapped at the two girls that approached them with blue markers in their hands.

Taylor smiled smugly at her but she gave him an eye roll.

"Everyone has been acting weird since I regained consciousness, did you miss me that bad?"
Taylor asked with a cocky smile.

"No, we miss our old hide-out."
Tyra said taking a glance at Zayn who was sipping his drink and not paying any attention to them.

"I like this one, it's not so bad."
Taylor said coolly.

"The food is awful."
Liz made a disgusted face.

"How is it going with Bloom? What did I miss?"
Taylor leaned closer to the table and rest one hand on the surface, waiting for someone to start talking.

Everyone turned to look at Zayn, no one had said a word about her for four weeks now.

"Why are you all quiet?"
Taylor stared at each of them.