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Chapter Six...

There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth. There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt. It’s still a little hard to say what’s going on.

There’s still a little bit of your ghost, your witness. There’s still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed. You step a little closer each day that I can’t say what’s going on.

Stones taught me to fly, love taught me to lie, life taught me to die. So it’s not hard to fall, when you float like a cannonball…

Cannonball; Little Mix (originally Damien Rice) 

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{Perrie's POV}

Good things happen to those who wait. Yeah. I'm not to sure if today is going to be a good thing...

I woke up at eight, stubbed my toe getting out of bed... again. Had a shower, got dressed into a knitted jumper and skinny jeans with fluffy bed socks, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, applied some light make- up and then had toast with jam for breakfast.

Spent some time watching television, got bored, played music and tried to write some more songs. Got a little bit done. Had some lunch and then I got to here. Sat at my dining room table, waiting for Zayn to arrive. He was supposed to turn up at three. It's five past three. But, knowing Zayn, he's bound to be late.

I'm not actually too sure what we're going to talk about. Well, I know it's going to be about our failied relationship, but how will it actually go? I mean, I doubt we're just going to start blabbing on about anything. It'll be intense probably and quite hard in some parts, but it should be okay.

I hear the doorbell ring and jump up. Right. Go time then.

I place the little envelope on my coffee table and then walk towards the front door. I kick some of my shoes out of the way and pull back the wooden door to reveal Zayn standing on the doorstep, burgundy coloured t- shirt, black varsity jacket, black skinny jeans, black Vans and his hair quiffed up. 2015 he had that shaved sides with just some hair on the top, now he has it back to the normal quiff.

"Hi." I smile and he smiles back, tongue under teeth like normal.

"Hey." Zayn replies. I step aside and allow him to come in. Zayn kicks off his shoes and I close the door, leading him through to the open plan living area. I turn around and he's just looking at me.

"Right, do you want a drink?" I ask and we settle on having a cup of tea each. "You can have a seat." I nod at the couch and he smiles before walking over and sitting down.

I walk over behind the bench and start making the tea. Go away you fucking butterflies in my stomach. There's nothing to be nervous about, you know Zayn and this talk should be easy enough to do... unless the butterflies are from something else... NO! They're not.

I put a tea strainer in each cup and then put tea leaves into each before pouring in the hot water. I leave them to brew a little, just standing in front of them at the bench. I notice Zayn sitting on the couch, just looking around at my living area.

I put the strainers in the sink, pour a little bit of milk into each cup and then walk over to the couch, handing Zayn his cup and then sitting down next to him. We both take a sip of our drinks before placing them onto the coffee table.

"So, what do you want to know?" I ask Zayn, deciding to start this conversation we're about to have.

"What was going on for you, what's kind of happened to do with all of this over the past ten months." Zayn responds calmly. I take a deep breath and look down at my lap. I'm not sure where to start? What to even say? I haven't planned out what I was going to tell him because that would just be weird, having it all mapped out. I wanted this to seem calm and casual.