Forbidden

Chapter sixty-eight

"Let that be my concern." he said softly, and he leaned to me I froze but relax when he only aimed for my cheek. After his lips peck my cheek, he ushered me to the bathroom.

Once inside I get rid of my clothes before taking a long shower. My head tilted up loving the feel of luke warm water, I move my head and let water spurt on my neck then turn around as I rake through my hair several times, using shampoo twice then conditioner, before just staying under the nice water pressure on my shoulders and head staring at the shower wall.

It seemed that I spent a full hour inside the streaming water but I loved it because I hadn't showered for days.

When I decide I had enough I embraced myself with a towel then search for a toothbrush and begin with the task of brushing my teeth. In front of the mirror I can see that I look a lot more lively than a day ago. My eyes have the glint back, my cheeks a bit of colour but that was how it always was.

I finish it and sigh loudly, my whole body felt revived and less tired.

Brushing my hair I call, "Zayn?"

Not long after he opened the door slightly I clasp my hand tighter on my towel but he only pushed his hand through, a pair of plain white undies are handed to me. Zayn closed the door and I put the new bra and panties on which fit. He must've gone shopping or had someone else do it.

Striding outside I pick some of Zayn's sweats and a black shirt. He's still here, sitting on the bed watching me get dressed with gentle eyes. Then he stood up and took a hold of my hand but I reluctantly follow. He angled his head to me with a fond stare still heading to the kitchen, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Yeah." I respond with a nod. Of course I was hungry I haven't had a proper meal in days. I'm taking my eyes away from his syrupy ones because he's not subtle with his staring and I'm so shy around him now, like I was not so long ago, also it's been a while that we're alone and I have never earlier put much notice at how much Zayn likes to stare at me constantly and in this way that makes my knees weak for many reasons. I have missed him so much, though it's going to take some adjustments to him as I had literally felt the worst without him, thinking he was gone.

The kitchen is small compared to the rest of the penthouse but looked modern.

"What do you want babe?" he looked at me while he opened the fridge.

"A sandwich? Or a bagel?" I frown at his solemn expression it looked like he remembered something.

He would have to go out for bagels so I shrug, "Just whatever, it doesn't have to be anything special, I'm not in the position to choose because I haven't eaten for..." I stop my ramble my eyes widen slightly.

I can already feel him walk closer to me so he's by my side. Suddenly his hand touched my left arm slightly with his fingertips so tenderly, then he turned me to him.

I can't hold eye contact because I'm close to tearing up.

Stop. I mentally scold myself.

"Why aren't you looking at me Liv?" he husked gently, his rugged hand quickly cupped the side of my face, "Why are you sad now? I'll call room service so you can eat whatever you want."

"That's not-"

"Then what?" he probed, his other hand laid on the curve of my waist and hurriedly pulled to his chest, our noses brush as he's staring down at me.

"I don't know." my voice broke, frantically looking everywhere but his eyes, my hands gently pushing him back but he doesn't bulge, "You were gone for so long and I was alone. I'm still trying to... I don't know. Can you let me have some space please?" my breathing hitched a few times because he doesn't pull back, when I try to take a step back, he desperately holds on tighter.