-Daisy-

There was a long silence. I felt the pressure of his forehead on mine and his warmth wrapping around me. I kept my gaze locked on my lap. I couldn't meet his eyes. The thing about Zayn, was that you could see anything in his eyes. If you knew how to read him, you could figure anything out about him just by making eye contact.

And I couldn't do that right now. Not when I already knew, without looking, that he was in pain. Because of me.

He slightly shifted his weight, closer. Barely audible, he breathed, "Do you love me?"

And this is when I lost it.

All this drama, all this pain for this one boy. He was asking something so huge of me in such a simple way, but he had no idea how complicated this really was.

In my head, I knew I loved him. I knew that without him, I could never survive. But in my heart, this feeling was tainted with his betrail. My head was saying without a doubt. My heart was asking me how I could still be with someone like this after what he had done, let alone love him.

-Zayn-

I wasn't expecting her reaction. Her head fell to rest on my shoulder, and she started crying again, small, hot tears running down her face. I felt them fall onto my shoulder.

I didn't know what I was doing to make her cry. I wanted her to stop. I wanted her to be happy. I needed to see her smile, hear her laugh. I cupped her face with both of my hands and forced her to make eye contact with me. Her eyes were wet and her long eyelashes sparkled with tiny drops of tears. I looked at her for a long time, unsure of what to do. A tear fell into my hand as she looked away, her face still directed at me, but her eyes averted.

"Zayn" she said, in the tiniest voice, I had to strain my ears to hear it.

"Yes."

"I just need to know, why would you do something like that to me?" She was still looking away. I was not expecting this question.

I sighed. I needed to explain this to her so she would understand completely the first time. Otherwise, she would leave me, I knew. I had to be clear and precise. It would be hard though, because I don't think she, or anyone actually, could comprehend my love for her, my desire to protect her and keep her safe in my arms.

"Listen. I love you. More than anything." I was shaky with nerves and adrenaline, the thought of me making her cry again was daunting. She looked back up at me. And as I continued, I was positive that the words I was saying were fully truthful. "All I want to do, is keep you safe, and keep you happy. That's all I want." She took her lip between her teeth, showing her dimples. And I was sure that I wanted what I was telling her. "Harry could never love you like I could."

All thoughts left my mind as she stared deep into my eyes.

-Daisy-

His speech made me fall absolutely head over heels in love, even more than I was. Something about hearing him say it out loud instead in one of our unspoken conversations, was chilling. But I wasn't done yet.

"Then why did you have to go after Harry when you promised not to?" I said, determined to collect as much information as possible in order to make the right decision.

He responded, "I know that I promised, and I regret breaking the promise every second. But, I went after him because," he paused. His gaze reached a depth into mine like never before. He was looking straight into me, through me, searching through everything, deciphering my thoughts. "because, I thought he was going to take you away from me."

There was a long silence.

"But why did you have to resort to violence?" Now I was just sounding like a teacher or a parent.

"Because that is all Harry knows." he said, without a thought. Another silence

-Zayn-

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyebrows pulling together.

I began slowly, "Harry isn't the type to talk something out." I licked my lips, wondering if she would believe me. "He mainly resorts to violence, which is why I don't want him near you." The last part came out without a thought, and I would regret it, but it needed to be said.

-Daisy-

He continued because of my silence. "If you tell him to stop, he will never listen." A flashback came to me, him and I in the club when we first met. He was relentlessly pulling me toward him, ignoring my protests. And when he kissed me, he was so forceful. Maybe Zayn was right.

"I know." I said.

Notes

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