Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 27

"If you think about it, life is based around a simple piece of paper with a price. Money. And how much control does it hold? Everything." - Mwha.

I had to manually peel my eyes open when I woke up.

Thinking of the invevitable, I couldn't avoid waking up with a sore head and an aching throat. I don't remmeber yelling or screaming.

In fact I don't remember a lot of things.

But I notice that it is the middle of the day and Zayn isn't here. One thing I know is that Zayn is a sleeper, and I'm kind of surprised that he's not lying next to me in his sleeping form.

I look down at my nighty. Did I get changed?

i don't remember.

"-Okay see you later then." Zayn walks in and hangs up the phone and I sit up slowly.

He doesn't notice I'm awake until he walks out of the wardrobe he walked into to retrieve his jacket.

"Oh you're awake." He murmurs. "I have to head out for a bit. How's your head?"

I sigh. "I feel better than I should feel."

"You should be fine. You vomitted last night." He gestures down to the pot beside my bed.

Oh.

"Sorry." I murmur tiredly, before yawning and buring my face into my hands. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

I blink at him. I'm not sure how to approach him. He's either pissed off at me, or he's not in the mood to talk based on the abruptness I'm getting.

"Okay, well have fun."

"I'll be back soon." Zayn says before looking down at his phone then scratching his head. "I um. I'll see you later."

He nods once before turning around and heading downstairs. Pushing my blankets and standing to my feet, I notice Zayn walking back into the room.

He approaches me and leans down to kiss my cheek and I smirk up at him.

"Bye." He smiles timidly.

"I love you." I say quietly.

But he still doesn't say it, even when I'm seeing the back of his head.

Does it always take this long? Is there something wrong with me for him not to say he loves me?

I really want to hear it, just the three simple words, but it just seems hard for him to say it.

I want to understand why?!

Why is it so hard? He hasn't suffered through all this abuse for him to find it hard to say I love you.

Maybe I'm just crazy to be be in love with a guy who has laid a hand on me. Maybe it's me who's the crazy one.

The whole afternoon got me over thinking the situation while I rested comfortably on the couch while consuming as much water as I possibly could to get my hydration up again.

I even considered watching that documentary again, but I don't think I'll be doing that in a hurry.

By the time Zayn had got back from wherever he was, it was night, and I took note that he was a lot happier than he was before he left.

"You were gone for a while." I point out as he places the keys on the bench,

I hate the sound of that. It send chills down my spine.

"Sorry, I got caught up." He shrugs. "So what are we going to do for christmas? I was thinking we should just have our family come here."

"By our family, you mean, your family?" I question