As Zayn and I are left alone with the weight of Chris's request hanging in the air, he turns to me, his eyes filled with understanding.
"Take your time to think about it babe."
He says softly, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze mine.
"I know it's not an easy decision, and I don't want you to feel pressured."
His words offer a sense of comfort, reminding me that whatever choice I make, I won't be facing it alone. Sometimes I feel like I don't have choices on these kind of things.
I have no direct way to avoid things that have to do with his family. Ibis his family after all a d I have to be there for him , despite how trashy they treat me.
"Thank you."
I reply, feeling a wave of gratitude for his unwavering support. Support that rides on me if I'm willing to be a "good , supportive girlfriend."
"I just... I'm scared, Zayn."
