I wake up in bed. There's a note on my bedside table:

Natalie,
I've gone to the store to pick up a few things. Be back soon. I love you.
- Zayn xx

I sigh and lay back down, remembering how he saved me. It was two years ago, when I was 19. I lived at home with my step-dad. My psychotic dad. He was abusive and an alcoholic. One day, he tried to take a knife to my throat, but I screamed and ran outside. Zayn just happened to be outside for a walk, the only walk he'd ever been on alone. He saw me running and crying and grabbed me as I was running by. "Are you okay?" he had yelled. When he saw my father in the doorway with a knife, he called the police immediately. I have been grateful to him ever since.

The door opened with a light creak as Zayn stepped inside. He had a few bags in his hands, along with an envelope.

"Are there more bags?" I asked.

"No, this is it." He set the bags on the coffee table and handed me the envelope. Coming up behind me and putting his arms around my waist, he whispered, "Open it."

I followed his directions and pulled out two plane tickets. "Thank you. Thank you so much." I turned around to face him and hugged him tightly, afraid to let go.

"We're going to Tahiti, okay?"

"Don't you think that's a bit much?" I asked, still holding him.

He took a step back and got on his knees to look at me. "Of course not. We're going to have fun, okay. Lots of fun, relaxing, and calm."

I looked away for a second, but he held my face so that my eyes were staring into his. "Smile. Please? Just once?"

And I did. I smiled the most fake smile ever, and he knew it. Zayn sighed and stood up. Kissing me on the forehead, he muttered through his puckered lips, "I just hope you'll smile for real for me again one day."

Zayn went over to the bags and started showing me what he bought.

"Turn around real quick, please," he said, and I did. Bags rustled behind me then he nudged me and I turned around. His soft, warm lips touched mine, then a plastic bag stood between us. "Here. For you." He smiled and I looked in the bag.

I faintly smiled as I pulled out its contents. "Baby, you shouldn't have."

"But I did," He smiled intently.

I pulled out a navy blue and white striped bikini with red strings and gave him a huge hug. "Thank you, I love it."

"I hope so."

I brought the bag with the bikini and a few other things and put it in our room. Zayn followed behind me and as soon as I set the bag down he pulled me by the hand to our bed.

Zayn started to kiss my neck with a passion that seemed to be burning red, then he tried to lift my shirt but I quickly pulled away. He looked hurt and walked to the other side of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. "Baby, I'm sorry..."

"Natalie, I'm tired of 'I'm sorry!' I'm tired of 'I don't know,' and 'I'm fine!' You don't talk to me anymore! You don't smile! You're dead or something! I can tell you're hurting, but it does no good when the person who loves you most in the world is getting pushed farther and farther away!"

"Zayn, what do you want me to do? I'm sorry, I really am! I just don't know what you want me to do!" Tears streamed down my face, burning my cheeks.

"I just want you to be happy. All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy..." He started to cry too and came over to hold me, but I pushed him off and ran out of the room.

"Natalie! Wait!"