TWENTY_FIVE

Zayn's POV:

Was I too harsh with my response? No, I wasn't.

She knew what it was all about. She knew what I was willing to offer and she willingly gave herself to me, now, all of a sudden, asking me what she is to me, trying to make me put a label on us just wasn't it.

“What are you talking about?” She questioned and glanced up at me, staring into my eyes just for a brief second before looking away and chuckled bitterly. “What you're saying is that you can't give me what I want, you can't?”

I placed my hand on top of hers and squeezed her hand gently. “I want you, Elsa. I like the vibe that you bring, the chemistry between us, I am going to give you myself and my time but that's it. I can't offer more.”

She didn't say anything or she couldn't say anything, she was quiet, staring at me with no words. it made me feel some type of way because I was expecting a response but she said nothing.

After a while she murmured "I can't give you what you want, Zayn. I can't compromise for you if y