Can you fix me? (One Direction Self Harm Story)

Chapter 7

Samantha's POV:

Jasmine has been living with me for a week now, and it's been great. We went shopping, had a move night, a game night, and prank called people. We haven't seen the boys all week, and it totally sucks. They've been visiting with their parents and I guess they were doing other stuff too. We get to see them tonight though. I'm going over to Zayn's, and Jasmine is going out with Niall. The other 3 are going paintballing or something like that. Jasmine came down the steps wearing gorgeous black dress with one long sleeve. It was stunning on her. I wish I could look like her. "Woah! You like amazing. Where are you going anyway?" I ask her. "Thanks, babe! We're going to a fancy dinner. What about you and Zayn?" she asks me. "Not sure. All I know is that I have to be at his house by 7:00." I tell her. Then the doorbell rings. "That must be Niall!" she exlamims rushing to answer the door. They greet each other and then Niall notices me and says "Hey, Sam!" "Hey, Niall. You two have fun." I tell them. "You and Zayn have a good time too.....if you know what I mean." she says while winking. I can feel myself blushing, and then she giggles. She waves goodbye and then leaves with Niall. It's 7:00 now so I guess I should head over to Zayn's. I wonder what he's got planned. I'm only wearing jeans and a black underarmour hoodie with my black converse. I get in the car and make my way over to Zayn's.

I knocked on the door, and waited for him to answer. It was dark inside, and I'm not sure why. He answered the door and invited me in. I walked into the living room, and then I saw what we were doing.....he made a little fort with blankets and pillows for us in front of the fire place. I saw hotdogs and stuff for s'mores. I smiled and looked at him. "Welcome to our date." he says. I kiss him. "This is the most perfect date." I tell him. We lay down on the blankets, and stare at the fire for a bit. "I'm hungry. Let's eat." Zayn says. I nod. We get hot dog sticks, and put hot dogs on them and start to cook hot dogs over the fire. "It's like a camp fire in your own home. I love it." I say. "I'm glad you like it." he says to me. After their done cooking we put them on hot dog buns and put our condiments on. I only like ketchup. "Ketchup, that's it?" he asks me. "Yes, I'm picky." I tell him. He laughs. We finish our hot dogs, and then we lay back down. "How did I get so lucky?" I ask Zayn. He looks at me and smiles and then says "I'm the lucky one." he says to me. I snuggle up to him, and he snuggles up to me. We lay there awhile talking about his parents, and what my parents were like. We talked about Niall and Jasmine and how I loved having Jasmine live with me. "You like s'mores?" he asks me. I nod. "Good. Let's make some." he says while getting the previously used hot dog sticks. He hands me one and then we put the marshmallows on and start to roast them. Zayn just sticks his right in the fire until it catches on fire and then he blows it out and starts to put it on the graham cracker. "Ew! You like them burnt?" I ask him. "Yeah, don't you?" he asks me. "Nope. I like it golden brown." I say to him. "That takes way to much time for me." he says. I roll my eyes and say "You're so lazy." I finished roasting my marshmallow and put it on the graham cracker with chocolate and ate it. It was so good. I feel like I ate so much tonight, but I don't care. I'm enjoying myself. Ana and Mia can go screw off.

"Thank you for everything Zayn. I've had such a great time." I tell him. "I'm glad." he says while playing with my hair. "I love you." I whisper. He kisses the top of my head, but it didn't stop there. I rolled over and got on top of him. I started to kiss him and I felt his hands roam up and down under my back. I was pulling roughly at his hair, and his hands we're roaming to my upper thigh. He flipped me over so he was on top, and then he started to take my jumper off. No no no no. I stop him. "No." I say quietly. He stares at me for a minute and then rolls over to his back. "I'm sorry. It's okay if you're not ready." he tells me. "I want you, Zayn. I do...I just can't." I tell him. "I understand. It's okay. We'll wait until you're ready." he says. "Thank you." I tell him and then we cuddle with eachother. I can't have him find out about my self harm. Not like this anyway. Eventually, I drift off into a deep sleep...