The Wish List {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter Twelve - The Pounds

HI.

Sorry this chapter didn't come sooner, I had finals this week! But here it is - and I'm on summer break! YAY!

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Point of view, Ivy.

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"Ivy."

What the hell. I felt skin. There was definitely a hand on my shoulder.

I tried to fidget and - blocked. Someone was sitting on my bed. 

And then I heard - whimpering.

Like, not puppy whimpering, but grown-man crying. I squirmed to sit up to stare at whoever was sitting on my bed. His head in his hands, my breath got sharp when I saw who it was. "Why are you in here -"

"Ivy," Zayn turned to me, eyes puffy. His cheeks were wet and his hair ruffled. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock, three thirty in the morning.

"Zayn, I wanna go to bed. Please leave," I said coldly. I tried to turn but all of a sudden, there was Zayn's hand again, quick on my shoulder. I sucked in another breath, and stared back into Zayn's eyes. "God, what do you want?"

"I..." He froze, just staring back at me. After a few moments of silence, I gave him a confused look. 

"Zayn? Uh, Zayn..."

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Point of view change to Zayn.

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I couldn't speak. 

Had I caused this? Her eyes were swollen; puffy and red. Her hair was back in a ponytail, and her skin glowed from the lights outside. It was dark, but I could see her expression - hurt and broken. I felt her skin under the palm of my hand. Her tanktop's strap was barely holding on to her shoulder.

"Zayn," she looked pained. "Zayn, go away."

"I..." I closed my eyes, but it didn't help. My hand drifting off her shoulder, I turned to stare at my feet before I felt another tear come down my face. "I'm so sorry." More tears. Damn, Zayn, stop crying. You're a baby, you're an idiot. Stop. But I didn't; tears kept falling and so did the words.

"Ivy, I never meant to say that about your mom. That was so wrong, so wrong. I hate myself for saying that to you. I've hurt you in so many ways, and I understand why you hate me now. I was so awful to you, and... And I'm so sorry."

She was silent. We just sat there, me staring a hole into the ground, legs hanging off her bed. Ivy, knees tucked into her chest, her eyes focused on something on the bed. She sighed, and I felt her eyes on me again.

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Point of view change to Ivy.

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"Thank you."

I was barely audible. Zayn turned to me a little, shaking his head slow. "I... We... can't act like this anymore," I said.

"Yeah," he said, nodding faster.

"We're making it a living hell for the both of us. It shouldn't be like that."

"Being honest Zayn... It's not going to go back to the way it was," I whispered. He stopped nodding, and looked at me. For a second, my heart raced, but I shook it away. "But... Our attuitude towards each other will change. If we're gonna make this work, me being here."