Heartless

Chapter 33

Carissa's POV

"No! Don't put that in there!" I shriek when Zayn tries to put my straightener inside the box labeled 'kitchen'. He jumps and stands tall, tuning to face me.

"Damn," he breathes out, placing my straightener down on the bed. "Babe you're so strict."

"You're supposed to put that in my hair products box Zayn," I sigh, sitting on my bed before running my hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry," he sighs as well, sitting beside me. He leans on my shoulder, his cheek rubbing against my bare skin.

"I'm sorry I'm just really stressed," I tell him, running my hands through his hair softly.

"I get it," he nods against me. "Do you still want me to help you? I'm pretty sure I'm stressing you out even more."

As much as I want to tell him not to help me, I can tell he's trying. It's really heart warming to know that hell actually help me into moving into his place.

I nod, standing up before walking over to grab the straightener. Placing it into the correct box, I turn around to see Zayn staring at me.

"Why don't you start packing my kitchen appliances?" I ask. His eyes light up and he nods, walking over to me. He kisses my forehead before grabbing the empty box, heading off and leaves the bedroom door wide open.

I start to pack all of my hair products, placing them neatly in the box. After that's done in under ten minutes, I move onto my clothes.

I'm starting to think that it would've been easier to just leave Zayn's apartment door and mine open while we walk back and forth, carrying my stuff towards his place. But since I'm almost done, I just carry on to packing my clothes.

Rolling my shirts, I place them in my luggage neatly and repeat the process until I move onto my shorts, bras, and lastly my knickers. I struggle to zip up my suitcase, but successfully close it and smile proudly. It takes me a moment for my smile to fade, and a loud groan to leave my lips.

"Are you okay?" I hear Zayn shout from the kitchen. The sound of shuffling is heard before his footsteps carry him to me.

"I forgot to pack my clothes from my closet. Do you have any space in yours by any chance?" I turn around to face him. He gives me a small lopsided smile, nodding.

"I had a feeling you'd need the closet, so I cleared out half of mine for you." I grin at his statement and shake my head, turning back around to stand my suitcase on the floor. Zayn beats me to it and stands my suitcase.

"Thank you," I press a kiss to his lips. He hums before pulling away, grabbing a packed box.

"I'm going to start moving your stuff in babe," he says before biting his lip softly, walking away. What was that about?

After the countless hours of packing, making sure I have everything in order, and cleaning up the room, I finally manage to get how the apartment was when I first arrived: clean, and untouched. Zayn and I finish off with the last boxes with a huge sigh leaving both our lips.

"Oh c.rap," I mutter under my breath.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asks concerned.

"I gave my spare key to Louis, and now I need it back."

"Alright let's go to their place then," he shrugs, taking his keys out from his pocket. We both lock our doors, and head down to the lobby.

When we reach it, I tell Zayn to start the car up while I talk to the desk lady. He nods, heading off as I walk up to the front desk.