10. 'remember that'
As soon as Zayn's car pulled up he jumped out of the car, pulling me into a hug. "What's wrong, doll?" He asked me but no words escaped my lips, just a few sobs and sniffles. "C'mon let's get you home." He said and more tears escaped my eyes as I shook my head, not wanting to go back to the place where I would be reminded of the fact I didn't have a grandmother anymore. "I'll take you to mine and the boys' place. They're sleeping and you won't have to talk to them." He said, helping me into the car.
"C'mon he whispered, leading me towards I guess his room. "Here." He said tossing me a shirt which I changed into in the bathroom. I glanced into the mirror. I looked like shit. My face was red and eyes blood shot as my mascara was everywhere, not to mention my hair. I tied my hair up quickly and washed my face, not that it helped. I then walked back into Zayn's room, crawling into the bed next to him. "Today was the worst day of my life." I whispered. "Tell me about it." He said, turning to face me. "Niall kissed me." I whispered and his eyes slightly widened. "And I liked it." I whispered and Zayn hugged me. "That's why I went home." I told him. "Only to find my grandmother laying on the floor of her bedroom. Lifeless." I whispered. "She's dead." tears streamed down my face. "She's dead." I repeated and Zayn hugged me until I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, bright sun beams hitting my face through a crack in th otherly closed curtains. I stratched my back, letting out a small groan in the process. As I sat up I ran a hand through my now loose hair. "See you're awake." I heard Zayn's raspy morning voice and I turned my head so that I could look at him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting up as well. "I don't know, Zayn... I honestly don't know..." I whispered. "Come here." He whispered, pulling me into a hug, laying down. "I'm so sorry." He said, stroking my hair. "I'm here for you." He told me.
I know this chapter is short and I'm so sorry but I'm having a bit of writers block x