Heartbreak [zjm]

23. Party

Driving to Zayn's house was a struggle because not only was I upset but also extremely tired. I hope he hadn't planned something extravagant out because I really want to lay in bed.

I got to the Malik's humble abode and knocked on their door quietly.

"Belle, you don't have to knock on the door," Zayn kissed my cheek swiftly. "You are always welcomed here."

We went up to his room and I set my bag down on his plush carpet. The bed had white sheets and white pillows and the plush carpet was coincidentally, white. He had a desk and everything was white except the chair. It was black.

"I like your room," I said looking around mindlessly at all of the posters.

"Thank you, I sort of skipped my teen years, maybe that's why I have the anger problem," he laughed.

Is he on his medication again? Something is definitely different about Zayn and I wasn't sure what. He seemed to be rather light-hearted but he had told me his parents were annoying him. Maybe it was about the medicine.

"Do you want to lay down?" He asked. I nodded thankfully and we laid in bed. I was wearing a light t-shirt and leggings so I just kicked off my shoes and climbed in bed with him.

The sheets were extremely comfortable and Zayn was stroking my hair. Surprisingly, I felt like I could lie there forever like that. "You can go to sleep, babe." So I did. I fell asleep in Zayn's white bed lying next to him and I swear that is when I wanted to move in with him. That would never happen, though.

I awoke to him next to me too. His arm was wrapped around me and our legs were tangled up. Normally I wouldn't like this feeling, but if it's with Zayn, I didn't care. We could rob a bank and I would still think he is the best man in the world.

"Morning," I smiled and he smiled back.

Love of my life.

"Good morning, Belle. I have to go, what time is it?"

I looked at the clock and it was sadly 6 in the morning. I think Zayn had an alarm set or something, I never woke up this early.

"It's about 6, it's too early, I want to go back to sleep," I sighed.

"You can, I'm going to the airport." He kissed my head.

"Wait, I can drive you there."

"Alright, we need to go to my house; my flight leaves at 10 in the morning." I groaned because it was way too early for any living human to be awake.

I took a shower, mainly washing my body, not my hair and threw on a large flannel, leggings, and flat black ankle boots. It only took me ten minutes to get ready and I got back in the car.

"I think that is the fastest you have ever come out of your house, babe," Zayn laughed as I got into the warm car.

I sadly drove him to the airport after he grabbed things from his house. Apparently his dad took an early flight and left already, which left only Zayn and I. I had no plans for this weekend other than do absolutely nothing at home.

It seemed like it has been forever since I've had nothing to do, like this. Normally I hang out with Zayn, but that's clearly not going to happen.

We grabbed a quick breakfast and I walked Zayn to the bag checks, because that's as far as I was allowed to go.

"I'm really going to miss you Belle," Zayn pulled me for a quick yet passionate kiss on the lips.

"I know, I'm going to miss you too, Zayn." I hugged him tightly.

I didn't want him to leave.

"Belle I have to tell you something," Zayn said checking his watch.

"What is it?"

"I wanted to tell you this for a while but I was nervous... I love you."

What?

"I beg your pardon?"

"I love you, Belle. Jesus Christ, you don't know how much I love you. I would literally do anything for you. Please don't tell me that it's wrong of me to say this right now."

"No, no it isn't. I love you too, Zayn."

Zayn hugged me again for the last time and kissed my cheek.

"I will be flying back on Monday morning. I should be back by the afternoon, maybe in time to see you at Malik Inc."

"Until then."

"Until then."

I had to go because if I stayed any longer I felt like I would break down. After I got home, I texted Harry to see what he was up to.

To Harry: What are you doing today?

Harry: One of Louis' frat choices is having a party and we're all going... Do you want to come?

To Harry: I would love to come! What time is it?

Harry: It's at 6 but you can come over anytime :) Finley and Sophia are coming here as well

To Harry: Okay I will be at your house in a few.

I wore leggings, Zayn's blue sweater, and my ankle boots once again. The sweater was insanely big on me, and it was very obvious it wasn't mine.

I grabbed my purse and put a charger in it just to be safe. You never know when your phone could die. I drove to Harry's house and told Melissa, who didn't care because she was at work already.

"It's like seven thirty in the morning," Harry laughed when he answered the door.

"Where's Louis?"

"He's at his house getting ready. We hung out last night, as always, but I had to drive him back home; Jay still doesn't approve of us."

"Well Jay doesn't understand love," I hugged him and asked more about the Frat party.

"It's a really big party and it's supposed to persuade guys to join their frat."

"That sounds really interesting, who's all going?" I asked.

"The usual. Finley, Niall, Liam, Sophia, Louis, and I. Now you are too, but you're without Zayn so I would be careful," he laughed.

"Careful of what?"

"Unruly frat boys."

"Yeah right, I bet none of them would hit on me anyways."