*Alia's P.O.V.*

Our orders were placed on the table in front of us. Various delicacies adorned our table and I couldn't help but awe looking at the food. My mouth started watering looking at the sight of the food.

Ofcourse, you haven't eaten in three days, my friend.

Zayn looked at me while I was greedily staring at the food and chuckled.

"You could start eating, Alia." He said trying to stifle his laughter. I stuck my tongue out at him.

I started filling my plate up with food. Pasta, Biryani, Naanza, Manchurian, etc...I hogged on everything. Zayn hadn't taken anything yet. He just stared at me with an amused look.

"What?" I asked, irritated. "Don't judge me, I haven't eaten in three whole days." I said filling my mouth with food. Suddenly, I realised what I just said and pretended to not react to it. I concentrated on stuffing my mouth with the various delicacies. I could feel Zayn's hot gaze on me.

"You haven't eaten in three days? Why?" Zayn's eyes narrowed.

"Erm...I-I was sick." I lied.

"Okay Alia. You were sick. I accept that but now tell the truth. Your eyes seem to tell a different story altogether." He whispered softly.

I looked down at the food. I was afraid that if I looked up then the tears that brimmed my eyes would fall out.
I stayed quiet for a long time. Finally, Zayn sighed and moved his chair closer to mine. I tried to look away but Zayn caught my chin and made me face him.

Alia, control your emotions. You can't cry in front of him. No. You have to be strong.

"What is your problem, Zayn?" I asked forcing myself to look down but his grip just tightened. He forced me to look up at him. My tears threatened to fall over. As he looked at my face, his expression softened.

"Hey, hey, hey..." He enveloped me in his embrace. That was it. It triggered the tears and they flew out of my eyes like streams.

I sobbed on his chest as his hands drew circles on my back to calm me down. I bet everyone around us were looking at me and judging me but at this point I didn't care. All I cared about was that Zayn was here and we were here to talk.

Slowly, I pulled away and looked at him. He stared in my eyes. We broke our eye contact after a while and he handed me a tissue. I took it from his hands and wiped my face.

We got back to eating our food. It was silent. Neither of us spoke one word. I was feeling a little uncomfortable after all of this so I set my fork and spoon down on the plate and looked at Zayn. He noticed it and looked up at me.

"Won't you ask me what happened? " I asked him. He sighed.

"I was going to ask but not before giving you some space." He said looking at me with concern.

Thankyou, Malik. I respect that.

"Zayn...I don't like it when we fight. I absolutely can't bear not talking to you..." I cried.

"Shhh...but you were the one not picking up my calls and being unresponsive to my messages." He cooed.

"Oh so now you're gonna hold it against me?" I hissed. "I was angry at you okay? Scratch that I am hell pissed at you right now as well."

Zayn looked taken aback. He gaped at me.

"Alia, you're over reacting-"

"I AM OVER REACTING?! I AM OVER REACTING?! WELL, WHY DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT TO YOUR SHITTY GIRLFRIEND?! She always sticks her nose in everyone's business. Like who the heck gave her the right to do so?!"
I yelled.

"FROM WHERE THE HELL DOES MY GIRL FRIEND COME INTO THE CONVERSATION, ALIA?! SHE IS NOT EVEN THE REASON WHY WE FOUGHT!" He defended himself.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Okay listen, about that night-"I started but Zayn cut me off.

"I don't want to talk about that night." He declared. My mouth hung open. Blood started boiling inside me. My fists clenched beside me and I shut my eyes sharply. I was fuming in anger and I guessed Zayn sensed that too because I felt his body stiffen beside me.

"EXCUSE ME? WHY THE EFF ARE WE HERE THEN?!" I asked annoyed.

"Ofcourse to fix things up." He replied shrugging.

"Zayn, how will we fix things up if we don't talk about that night? That was the reason why we fought." I asked as politely as I could.

But boy, he is testing my patience.

"No. We fought because you were over-reacting. " Zayn stated flatly without a hint of guilt on his face. Infact, it seemed as though even he was getting angry.

HOW DARE HE SAY THAT?

I couldn't believe he said that. This is not the Zayn that I knew. My Zayn would never say that to me. Forget me, he wouldn't say that to any girl.

My eyes blazed in anger. I wanted to say something but I didn't trust myself. I was capable of just smashing the drink glass on his head.

Suddenly, I stood up to leave. Zayn watched me as I stood up. He asked, " Where do you think you're going, Alia?"

"Away from you, monster! I don't know who you are, anymore. That witch has changed you so much! Now things have just crossed their limits. Enough is enough. I cannot handle this bullshit anymore. Goodbye." I said angrily and I started walking away.

"Why do you diss my girlfriend so much?" He called out. I stopped and turned.

"Because I love you. It was me who always stood by you at all times, not her. She is just some fake shit who is going to break your heart soon. She has cheated on you several times and you don't even know. But nevermind, she has destroyed you already. You dont don't realise who actually loves you. You're brainwashed , my dear high-school crush." I confessed before walking out of the restaurant.