I'm Broken
Chapter eight
Shay's POV
We got Harry moved, Tish layer on the bed, and now Chris and I are arm wrestling. Zayn is the reffery since everyone knows girls like to cheat in games like this.
"Come on Chris! I know you can do better than this." Zayn scolded. I laughed in return, causing Chris to win.
"I'm done." I throw my hands up, and sit back as the boys laugh. " Hey Chris? Don't you have a concert or, something else to do other than hanging out with a bunch of youngsters?"
"Nope. I have a concert tomorrow night though. You guys aren't youngsters either. The youngest one out of all of you is Tish anyways." Chris replied.
I shrugged, and then tackled Zayn, shouted "Tag! You're it!" and ran into the hallway towards the pool. I heard Zayn running after me, and Chris yelling for us to be quiet. I laughed and threw my jacket on a chair, forgetting about the cuts all over my arms. Zayn caught up with me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and jumped into the pool.
"You idiots." Chris mumbled and sat down to watch us.
Zayn grabbed my wrists and dragged my to the deepest end of the pool, farthest away from Chris. I blushed madly, and looked down at his hands still wrapped around my wrists. I saw the cuts, so I gently pulled my hands out of his grip, using the excuse of propelling my arms about to keep from sinking.
"I know that you're trying to hide the cuts, Shay. I'm sorry that you didn't have a different outlet. Whatever or whoever made you want to do that to you're beautiful skin doesn't know what kind of sweet person you are." Zayn whispered in my ear as he hugged me. What he did next completely surprised me.
We got Harry moved, Tish layer on the bed, and now Chris and I are arm wrestling. Zayn is the reffery since everyone knows girls like to cheat in games like this.
"Come on Chris! I know you can do better than this." Zayn scolded. I laughed in return, causing Chris to win.
"I'm done." I throw my hands up, and sit back as the boys laugh. " Hey Chris? Don't you have a concert or, something else to do other than hanging out with a bunch of youngsters?"
"Nope. I have a concert tomorrow night though. You guys aren't youngsters either. The youngest one out of all of you is Tish anyways." Chris replied.
I shrugged, and then tackled Zayn, shouted "Tag! You're it!" and ran into the hallway towards the pool. I heard Zayn running after me, and Chris yelling for us to be quiet. I laughed and threw my jacket on a chair, forgetting about the cuts all over my arms. Zayn caught up with me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and jumped into the pool.
"You idiots." Chris mumbled and sat down to watch us.
Zayn grabbed my wrists and dragged my to the deepest end of the pool, farthest away from Chris. I blushed madly, and looked down at his hands still wrapped around my wrists. I saw the cuts, so I gently pulled my hands out of his grip, using the excuse of propelling my arms about to keep from sinking.
"I know that you're trying to hide the cuts, Shay. I'm sorry that you didn't have a different outlet. Whatever or whoever made you want to do that to you're beautiful skin doesn't know what kind of sweet person you are." Zayn whispered in my ear as he hugged me. What he did next completely surprised me.