Crossed Lines

10.

Monday morning at work as I wait for my next client I can't help but think about Zayn and Valentine's day which is on Thursday. We've only been "together" for a short while now and we hit our one-month mark in a few weeks. I doubt Zayn even knows. It hardly feels like almost one month. Time flies with Zayn.

I don't know whether I should expect to do something with Zayn or not. During the week we'll both be at work and I doubt we'll do anything the weekend. He also told me has dinner plans with his parents. So there's that. So should I ask him about it or should I not expect to see him because we've only started seeing each a short while ago?

I bury my head in my hands and sigh out loud. This is so damn frustrating not knowing where we really stand, having to second guess everything because he doesn't want 'labels'. I really thought it wouldn't bother me but it just makes everything so much more complicated for no reason. Would it really be that bad to label our relationship?

I really hate uncertainties. My work phone rings and I know my client has arrived. Thankfully I can rid myself of these stupid thoughts and stop worrying.

"Come in Scott." I say and the shy 17-year-old enters.

Scott is one of my favorite clients. I know I shouldn't have any favorites but I feel like me and him have a connection. Since my first day with him, he's been nothing but kind and thoughtful. He really has been through a lot, but through it all he has been as strong as he could. Me and Scott have a lot in common and it makes it so much easier to able to help him. He truly is a good kid. Scott smiles and sits down on the one of the couches.

The rest of the session we work through what we're supposed to. After seeing two other clients, I make my way to the hospital for my last client. I hail a cab and make my way to the hospital.

"Melony." a familiar voice calls and a smile immediately makes its way to my face. I turn around and practically launch myself at my best friend Mark.

Mark and I also met in high school and we've been inseparable since then. It has always been a dream of ours to move to London together. While I finished University back home in South Africa, he chose to pursue his medical studies here. So he works in the hospital as a doctor now, on his way to becoming a surgeon. I have never been so proud of him before.

"Mark." I squeal while giving him the longest hug ever.

"Hey babe, how you doing?"

"Better now." I wink. One thing I love most about our friendship is that we are so comfortable with one other, we can always be ourselves around each other and we trust one other more than anything. We are practically like siblings or an old married couple if you will.

"I'm doing alright, though I never see you anymore." he pouts.

"I know; we should have a movie night soon."

"yeah, we can do it Friday, I have off plus we haven't had a sleep over in ages."

"Yeah because you're too busy for me now."

"I'm sorry babe."

"Are you cheating on me Marcel, is that why you never have time for me anymore?" I feign hurt.

"Mel, I didn't want you to find out like this." He grabs my waist and pretends to be hurt.

"I don't know if- "

"No Mel you can't leave me!" he says dramatically just as a nurse walks past us, looking at us as if we should be admitted into a mental hospital.

I bite my lip trying to keep myself from laughing but fail miserably. We look at each other and we laugh so hard, I can literally feel my abs forming.