American Dream (Zayn Malik AU Fanfic)

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I looked at him, my arms crossed against my chest, an eyebrow quirked up, waiting for him to start. He opened and closed his mouth so many times that I lost count.

But this time, it was different as he had this confused look on his face followed by an angry look.

“You know what?!” He said. “It’s not my fault. I’m not the only one who has to apologize here! I wouldn’t have said what I said if you hadn’t gotten me mad.”

“Excuse me?!” I gaped at him.

“I don’t give two shits that you wrote about my love life, all I care about is the fact that you didn’t ask for my permission to write about me.”

“And that gave you the right to compare me to my mother? You, out of all people, comparing me to her? Seriously?! Alright, I know what I did was wrong and I should have asked you before I gave them that story, but that didn’t give you the right to say what you said.”

“I’ve been apologizing for a week, Cecilia. I’ve been apologizing non-stop and you won’t even look at me. Why the hell should I keep apologizing when you didn’t apologize for making the first mistake? Oh, it’s okay for you to make a mistake but it’s not okay for others? What the fuck is the difference between our mistakes? The fact that yours was written and mine wasn’t?”

And this time, nothing came out of my mouth. Nothing at all as I took in everything he said, realizing something that I should have realized way earlier.

If I had asked him in the first place, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have gotten angry and said the things he said.

No matter which way I turn and spin this whole thing, it comes back to my mistake. The mistake that I did first.

“What? Got nothing to say anymore? Because if that’s so, I’m done wasting my time apologizing to someone who won’t even speak a damn word.” He said, walking towards the door.

But I was quick to respond as I grabbed his arm, making him stop. “No, wait.”

“What?” He spat.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have published that story without talking to you about it first. You had every right to say what you did because I was the one who made the mistake first. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t forgive you the first time you apologized. I shouldn’t even have to forgive you because you did nothing wrong. You said those things out of anger and you probably didn’t mean them and I was too stupid to realize that. Zayn, I’m so sorry. Please…can we just forget everything that happened?”

He looked at me with his face impassive as he crossed his arms. “Alright.”

“Alright?” I say, smiling. “So you forgive me?”

“Didn’t say that, did I?”

I look at him with confusion. “W-What?”

“I said I’ll forget it, I didn’t say I’ll forgive.”

And before I can say anything, he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

What the hell just happened?

Fucking Karma. You deserved it, dumbass. My conscious speaks, irritating me to no level.

No, I’m not letting this go on any longer, fuck no. Opening the door, I take a few steps before I slam into a body, nearly knocking me down. A familiar feelings erupts inside of my body as two hands grab my waist, preventing me from falling.