What The Papers Don't Say
Tight Knots
" Thanks for the ride, Zayn." I walked in into his place.
" Movies, popcorn, and vodka ?" He asked.
" Yes please !" I happily agreed.
" I let you on a little secret." He walked closer.
" Yeah ?" I wondered what cheesy quote could come out of his mouth next
" You know, if you drink enough, it feels like love." He whispered as his fingers shushed my lips.
" I'll keep that in mind." I laughed.
" Perrie left some clothes here last time. Wanna change out of that dress ?"
" I do not wanna know why she left her clothes here." I gagged slipping out of my heels instantly feeling a rush comfort rush over me.
" You know where the bathroom is.' He handed me pajama shorts and a short sleeve v neck.
" Unless you wanna get changed in here. That's fine too." Zayn raised an eyebrow.
" Dude ! Are you even sober ?" I giggled.
" Perhaps, yes." He paused raising his finger in the air." And perhaps, not."
" Typical." I sighed walking to the bathroom.
I walked in hoping to change and carry on with the night. But, the only thing I could feel right now is the knot in my chest growing larger and larger. I felt like I need to breakdown. Harry's words channeled in my head in repetition. How do I run away from everything ? Sure, I'm not a fan of facing my deep fucked up problems but that doesn't mean I run away. I don't run away, I find a way around it.
" Are you alive ? You're taking like forever." Zayn yelled through the thick walls.
" Coming." I wiped a tear away not realizing it was there in the first place.
" I've got vodka, vodka, and more vodka. Do I say vodka ?" He pointed at the table full of the goodies.
" All I need." I grabbed a bottle.
" You ready to talk about it ?" He grabbed a bottle of his own.
" I don't even know what is there to talk about. He called me a bitch who runs away from everything."
" Ouch."
" Yep. And I said at least I didn't sleep with half of London before I was eighteen."
" Bell, shit got real between you too." He took another shot.
" He started it !" I whined.
" Either way, you're going to have talk eventually."
" Eventually." I emphasized.
" Alright let's get your mind off of things."
" How are things with Perrie ?"
" Let's just say, heated."
" Bastard !" I choked through the alcohol burning down my throat.
" It's the truth."
" Change the subject, please." I shook my head in disgust.
" Fine."
" Zayn will I ever be as pretty as you are ?" I mocked.
" Bell, stop." He shot me a glare of annoyance.
" But its my life goal ! You're so purttyyyy." I stretched the 'y'.
" Bell I'm going to beat your ass." He laughed.
" But then you'll ruin your hair !" I pouted.
" Alright. Let's get you to bed."
My eyes flickered open sensitive to the light. On top of that, my head was pounding like crazy. I recognized the silky feeling of the sheets as Zayn's. The only thing I could comprehend in whispering from downstairs. Two voices talking. I walked closer to the door, handling the knob as carefully as possible not wanting Zayn and the stranger to sense my presence. My weight leaned on the on the wall as I got as close as I can be.
" Look it's one in the afternoon, Bell doesn't want to talk anyone !" Zayn whispered loudly.
" I know ! But she needs to know something." Harry. What was he doing here ?
" Tell me and I'll tell her." Zayn protested.
" I cheated ! I got drunk and Caroline was all over me and I don't know !"
I felt a knot tie even tighter in my chest making hard for me to breath as my optics got watery.
" Movies, popcorn, and vodka ?" He asked.
" Yes please !" I happily agreed.
" I let you on a little secret." He walked closer.
" Yeah ?" I wondered what cheesy quote could come out of his mouth next
" You know, if you drink enough, it feels like love." He whispered as his fingers shushed my lips.
" I'll keep that in mind." I laughed.
" Perrie left some clothes here last time. Wanna change out of that dress ?"
" I do not wanna know why she left her clothes here." I gagged slipping out of my heels instantly feeling a rush comfort rush over me.
" You know where the bathroom is.' He handed me pajama shorts and a short sleeve v neck.
" Unless you wanna get changed in here. That's fine too." Zayn raised an eyebrow.
" Dude ! Are you even sober ?" I giggled.
" Perhaps, yes." He paused raising his finger in the air." And perhaps, not."
" Typical." I sighed walking to the bathroom.
I walked in hoping to change and carry on with the night. But, the only thing I could feel right now is the knot in my chest growing larger and larger. I felt like I need to breakdown. Harry's words channeled in my head in repetition. How do I run away from everything ? Sure, I'm not a fan of facing my deep fucked up problems but that doesn't mean I run away. I don't run away, I find a way around it.
" Are you alive ? You're taking like forever." Zayn yelled through the thick walls.
" Coming." I wiped a tear away not realizing it was there in the first place.
" I've got vodka, vodka, and more vodka. Do I say vodka ?" He pointed at the table full of the goodies.
" All I need." I grabbed a bottle.
" You ready to talk about it ?" He grabbed a bottle of his own.
" I don't even know what is there to talk about. He called me a bitch who runs away from everything."
" Ouch."
" Yep. And I said at least I didn't sleep with half of London before I was eighteen."
" Bell, shit got real between you too." He took another shot.
" He started it !" I whined.
" Either way, you're going to have talk eventually."
" Eventually." I emphasized.
" Alright let's get your mind off of things."
" How are things with Perrie ?"
" Let's just say, heated."
" Bastard !" I choked through the alcohol burning down my throat.
" It's the truth."
" Change the subject, please." I shook my head in disgust.
" Fine."
" Zayn will I ever be as pretty as you are ?" I mocked.
" Bell, stop." He shot me a glare of annoyance.
" But its my life goal ! You're so purttyyyy." I stretched the 'y'.
" Bell I'm going to beat your ass." He laughed.
" But then you'll ruin your hair !" I pouted.
" Alright. Let's get you to bed."
My eyes flickered open sensitive to the light. On top of that, my head was pounding like crazy. I recognized the silky feeling of the sheets as Zayn's. The only thing I could comprehend in whispering from downstairs. Two voices talking. I walked closer to the door, handling the knob as carefully as possible not wanting Zayn and the stranger to sense my presence. My weight leaned on the on the wall as I got as close as I can be.
" Look it's one in the afternoon, Bell doesn't want to talk anyone !" Zayn whispered loudly.
" I know ! But she needs to know something." Harry. What was he doing here ?
" Tell me and I'll tell her." Zayn protested.
" I cheated ! I got drunk and Caroline was all over me and I don't know !"
I felt a knot tie even tighter in my chest making hard for me to breath as my optics got watery.
Ok, thnx so much
2/17/13