Heartless

Chapter 26

Zayn's POV

Two days have passed, but it seemed like two weeks. I've been anxiously waiting for Carissa to return-sitting on my couch as I stare at the door.

Where is she? I glance at the clock which reads 10:39AM. She should be up by now.

My thumbs drum against the screen of my phone as I debate wether or not I should call her.

Just call her, dumba.ss. My subconscious taunts me. Fine I'll call her then.

My thumb turns on my phone and immediately goes to my contacts, finding her number. Without a second thought, I click her number and place my phone to my ear. It rings a couple of times before she answers.

"Hello?" She talks first. Just hearing her voice makes me smile.

"Erm, hey babe," I greet her awkwardly.

"Hey Zayn," she pauses for a moment, "did you need something?"

"I was wondering," I scratch the back of my neck, "when you're coming back?"

"I'm actually leaving in a couple of hours-Niall stop pushing me!" A fit of giggles erupts from the other end of the line, making this even more awkward.

"Um..." I trail off, trying to get her to talk to me. Wow I'm selfish.

"Hey sexy," a deep voice says, "I like what you're wearing."

"Niall is that you?" I chuckle.

"Niall give me my phone!" Carissa's yells, from the background.

"Fine, fine," he mumbles, handing the phone to Carissa, I'm guessing. "So yeah, in a couple of hours I'll be there." She concludes.

"Okay, okay," I say quickly, excitement rushing through me.

"I have to go Zayn," there's rustling in the back ground before I hear a 'ompf'. "Niall get off of me, you're squishing my back!" Her voice is strained as she laughs breathlessly.

I can feel my lips pull into a frown as I hear her giggling and laughing. My anger starts to rise as I keep listening to her.

"Bye," I say loudly and hang up, without even hearing of what she has to say.

After putting my phone into my sweats pocket, I stand up and start to make my apartment decent looking for Carissa's arrival.

I lay my duvet over my bed and took a second look at it before walking into the living room. The couch is facing the wall while the love seats are facing the opposite direction.

I wonder what it would be like if me and Carissa lived together? Would that even be possible with our bickering?

Focus, Zayn. My subconscious snaps me out of it. You need to get your apartment cleaned for your lover.

Right, right. I wave off and continue to clean.

Carissa's POV

"Niall you little s.hit, now Zayn's mad at me," I groan, using all my strength to push him off my body, making him fall into the floor.

"You're so dramatic," Niall rolls his eyes at me and sits up, taking the spot next to me on the couch. "He's just irritated right now. When he sees you he'll be all happy again."

"Carissa?" I hear Liam's voice from upstairs. "Can you come here for a second?"

"Maybe you're right Ni," I sigh as I stand up, "I'll be right back."