23. Chapter 23
I stood staring at the door which was slowly beginning to rust lightly around its hinges ad decay in some parts of the wood. As Zayn kept continuously knocking. I started to get agitated, why could he leave it be?!
My nerves were working over time, I knew why he was knocking he remembered me as clear as I remembered him.
"Paige, you know we need to talk-" I heard loud running footsteps making their way over "Harper what's wrong are you about to be sick?" Zayn sounded sincerely concerned I quickly opened the door, as Harper ran to the toilet and vomited three continuous times, she was on her knees leaning over waiting for the next gag to rise up her dry throat.
Zayn was about to step through the door when I stopped him, "its alright Zayn, I'll clean her up and we will be out in no longer than ten minutes." I handed him a crisp green one hundred dollar bill. He would take it nodding his head. "Here pay for everybody's meal, we will meet you at the car." "But-" he started to say, I quickly interrupted, "I'm sure she doesn't want you to see her like this" I politely replied, shoving the green dollar bill into his dry palm.
After five long minutes past, Harper got off the floor, but down the lid and flushed. Then sitting on the toilet lid, a look of exhaustion and confusion plastered itself on her face. I grabbed some wet paper towel and handed it to her as she outstretched her shaking hand. She wiped her mouth as I wiped her dirty brown stained knees. After that she held her tummy, in an obvious tummy ache and we walked towards the car.