Don't Tell Me A Lie

A 18 year old girl named MaKayla Park learns the truth about her Mom's death after one slip of a video makes its way around the internet, making MaKayla, Zayn, Louis, Liam, Eleanor, Harry, and Niall a target for anything and everything.

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3. I'm Sorry

"Zayn...i'm sorr-"

"Don't."

"But Zayn-"

"It's okay. When I left the room all I thought was how sorry I was for you having to go through this moment in your life." he replied with a reassuring look on his face. 

Then I did it. I let it all out. Everything that I felt, everything that has happened. Even if he had heard it all before he still listened closely.

"That night when I walked into my house, all i could think of was how I would get revenge on who ever did that to my mother."

Tears whelped in my eyes. I couldn't fight them, a tear just fell from my control.

"Babe, we don't have to talk about it. Not if you don't want to."

"But I do...I've hidden what happened that night for a year now and I need to start talking about it."

I winced at the thought of my mothers lifeless body. My eyes shut so tight that it was starting to hurt. Before I spoke again I just felt a crash of lips upon mine, and I couldn't help, but kiss so vigorously back. I felt as if I knew what Zayn was trying to say, just by that one perfect kiss he gave me.

Zayn's P.O.V

I couldn't stand the thought of seeing her cry. It hurt me as much as it hurt her. When she had her eyes shut for a couple of seconds I couldn't help, but kiss her. She was sad and I wanted to get her mind off of it. When I felt the push of her kiss back I could tell she was filled with pain and sorrow. I loved her and I wanted revenge on the person who has done this to her.

I pulled away and looked her in the eye, but keeping her close enough so I could still here her heart beat. I told her that's it's okay to cry, that it doesn't make you weak. And with those words she fell into me telling me everything and crying like I have never seen before.

I brushed through her long blonde hair that was stick straight like she liked it. When ever I did this she knew that I was here for her and would never let her go. Feeling her relax in my lap made me happy. All I could do was take her to the room and lay her on my chest and fall asleep to the sound of her breathing.

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