Being a boyfriend is hard.
Especially when you hate soccer and your boyfriend is the soccer team captain.
I just sit there watching shirtless guys running around trying to kick a freaking ball. Talk about abuse. Poor ball. The only thing which is keeping me here is Zayn, but something's wrong, that much is obvious.
And I corner him after his practice is over, looking at him with concerned eyes and a frown.
"Are you okay?" I ask, gently.
"Yeah, why?" he asks, rubbing his hip, right over the bruise.
I cross my arms and let out a frustrated sigh. "Because the soccer team captain was only walking alongside his teammates, not even running! This had never happened before!"
He doesn't reply.
I calm myself down slightly. "I am worried sick about you, Zayn! You are not acting like yourself lately! What the hell is wrong with you?! Just go see a doctor! You are unwell! Anyone can see that!"
"I will." Zayn reassures.
Another lie.
[ A/N :
I guess it's pretty obvious now what's wrong with Zayn, right? Only one of you have guessed at once what's the real reason! I am not telling the name until later because I don't want you guys spamming her with messages asking the reason, lol.
Moreover, no spoilers haha ;)
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ספרות חובביםzarry // completed I was young. I was naive. I was in love. We were happy.... But happy times never last forever. I should have known that. Because he said those three words that could either destroyed us, or could make us much stronger than before...
