TAINTED | Zayn Malik

Chapter 63 | That's not all part 2

9 years ago

Harry was completely excited that he finally talked me into going to this damn thing, rambling at the mouth about me being social. And taking advantage of certain situations, but it was all unknown to me. I didn't really like being around other people, it was just evident that something was going to happen. When you have too many people in your friend group, then everything is expected to fall apart. It was the specific reason I chose to linger around, by myself. But Harry refused to accept that cause we were considered as best mates, even though I wouldn't give him the advantage. But he was....

It was after thirty minutes of his constant sulking when I agreed to go, only because he seriously didn't want to leave me alone. Although I was happy being in my room, reading my biography books. I just haven't been used to knowing a lot of people, it was my own way of coping with things. Everyone thought I had some weird abandonment issues, even though I probably do. Me wanting to be alone, in my own room didn't have anything to do with that. Just people in general make me fucking sick, in the most humble way as possible.

So you could image the look on my face, seeing everyone sitting around me with bright smiles. They're all laughing underneath the decorations, about being thankful and responsibility. 

I should've said no. I thought to myself while standing near the corner of the cafeteria, watching everyone talk amongst themselves over the music. I could see lines of people, gathering around to get the festive food. While others were dancing on the self-made dance floor, occupied by a couple of teens and a few adults.

Then you have Harry in the middle with a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with fruit punch dry-humping someone's grandma. It would've been a funny sight, if they weren't dancing to a slow song.

Her jet black wig slight disheveled, winter dress moving against her dark mocha skin as she all but threw her ass back on him. Usually stuff like this would be prohibited, but since they did everything in their power to make sure Harry wasn't gay. This was fine to them, fucking bastards.

I sighed to myself before tossing my own cup of fruit punch in the garbage beside me, I walked past the staff that served the food. Nodding my head at the only worker I could actually like in this damn place, Helga. She was an older lady that had gotten the job here three summers ago, at one point she decided to go full time. And that was the only person that made this hell-hole a little more tolerable. Other than Harry and then, one more specific person...

"She's in the visitors room, but go ahead and see her." Helga encouraged, smiling lowly to herself as she piled a thing of mashed potatoes on someone's plate.

She liked the idea of me finally getting close to someone, allowing myself to be vulnerable. But I just didn't have it in me, and that was the reason we decided to stay friends. At least for a while...

I walked past a bunch of flowers on the table, a different colors pointing out to me. But only one stood out the most, I ripped a single one from the clear plastic in the bouquet. A Lilly. I could almost hear the admiration in her voice, it was so vivid that I saw it once I closed my eyes. That was the reason of making my entire day better, she was the cause of it all.