TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 71| I'll see you on the other side... pt 2

My heart somehow began pounding harder, confusion sweeping across my mind. Most of all was the guilt I couldn't help but to feel at this moment. I almost felt like my mind kept replaying the words, yet it just wasn't trying to connect properly. He wanted me?

As the thought ran through my head of all the possibilities of what he could want from me, the room began to circle around me. Suddenly Zayn's face became blurry while the air became hotter and suddenly I just felt completely sick to my stomach. My gag reflex causing me to cover my mouth, rushing past Zayn stepping on the pieces of broken glass and ignoring the sharp pain in my foot.

I rushed down the hallway, shoving open the door to the bathroom and falling onto the ground before emptying all of the contents I ate in the past two days in the toilet. My stomach ached as I heaved again, while my throat burned erratically. Heat suddenly running through my body once I lifted myself back up, using the toilet as a balance. I flushed it before flipping the seat back down, resting my head on it for a while.

My body shook gently as Zayn's arms circled around my waist, I gripped his arm tightly as he pulled me closer to him. Leaning my head on his shoulder as he sat down on the ground with me in his lap, using his head to soothe my back.

"I didn't mean to upset you." He confesses strongly as he did everything in his power to comfort me, knowing that in any given moment my emotions could burst at this news.

But I knew better than to do that because it would just give him any excuse to keep things hidden from me again, yet I was sure that was already made up in his mind. I just got sick in front of him, this was going to make him question anything else before telling me.

"You cut your foot." His voice was disapproving, grabbing my ankle and looking down at my foot to inspect the bloody wound. I could hear the change in his voice as if me being hurt was something that he didn't like; Yet, I couldn't help but to think if this made him upset I wonder how'd he take it if he could see the damage done to my mind.

Right now I could give a shit about my foot, this was the least important thing to focus on let along the blood trail on the floor. His son was being held hostage by a man that I didn't even know who is my birth father. All of it felt so abnormal to say, that it was like I almost regretted wanting to know anything. But I asked for this so I just had to deal with it, but somehow I didn't realize on how I could do that.

After a couple of minutes he picked me up before sitting me down on the counter, searching through all of Erica's things until he found a large medical kit that she had from her job. He took a seat on the toilet before applying the liquid on the cut and using his fingers to pick out the glass and tossing it in the bin. After he cleaned it and bandaged it skillfully, he carried me all the way back to the office. Sitting me on the couch to leave me alone to my painful thoughts and constant guilt while he cleaned up everything.

My time alone was cut short when Zayn came back in the room, giving me a neutral look that I couldn't detect no matter how hard I tried. His eyes was dark and unreadable as he walked forward, gripping my hand before dropping down on his knees to look me in the eyes.