14. Zayn also staying overnight?
I stopped crying. I was i so much pain whenever I moved. It was so hard. I looked up and saw Zayn. Looking at me. "Hey Kayesha." He said with hesitation. "Hey Zayn. I thought you had to leave." "I did but..." "But?" "I begged my parents to come here." He said. "That's really nice of you but there's no visits after 9." He looked at the clock that was there plainly. It was 9:01. "Don't worry Kayesha. I'm staying overnight." I was shocked. "Don't you have to be-" He puts a finger on my lip. "Please don't." He shakes his head to prove his point. "Your mom would be here, right?" He asked. "Yeah, so?" "Then I'm good." He relaxed on the bed. I became tensed. "Uh, Zayn, do you want any uh, pie?" I asked sheepishly. "Sure, where is the pie?" "In the cafeteria." "Where's the cafeteria?" "Down the hall." I told him. He nods and leaves. He came back with two pieces. "Who's the second piece for?" I asked slyly. "For you." "Oh, thanks." I smiled. I ate it. It was apple cinnamon. I think. "So...how's things?" I asked awkwardly. "Pretty good. How's stuff?" He asked. "Good." We just stopped talking. I looked out the window, hoping that either my mother or father (or both) would come. "We can watch TV if we want?" I asked him. "Sure." We watched The Walking Dead. I loved that movie. It was 10:00 and my parents still haven't come. Then it became 11:00 and they came up to my room. "Good gracious Kayesha, you look worse than when I first saw you." It was true. I looked in the mirror and I was even paler than before, my knuckles were extremely white, my eyes look tired, and my bruises turn dark purple. "I know Mom." "Zayn Malik, you know you aren't suppose to be here after visiting hours." "Don't worry Mrs. Romeo, I granted permission." Zayn grinned. "Okay then. Suit yourself." My mom shrugs and sat on the bed. "Lights out everyone." My mom said. She turns them off and slept on the cot the nurse took out 5 hours ago. "I guess I'll be sleeping in your bed Kayesha." He said with a sly smile. "Don't try any tricks." I warned him. We lied in bed together, looking up the ceiling (for no apparent reason). "Kayesha, there are days, where I just want to be...myself, you know?" I nodded. "You know how I'm popular, right?" "Yeah, you're extremely popular." "But I want to be myself. I don't want to be liked because I'm good looking. I want to be liked for who I am." Those words went deep in me. "Then drop out of the popular clique." "I'm dropping out ASAP Kayesha." He smiles. "One more thing." We could see each other but we can't see all of our features. "Yeah?" I asked softly. His hands turned my face sround so I was facing him and he kissed me. Exactly 60 seconds. He let's go and went to sleep. "Good night Kayesha." He said groggily. "Good night Zayn." I was red. I could somehow feel the redness. I can't believe that a popular guy would kiss me? But why?