Engaged [z.m.]

Chapter 22: Sick

C H A P T E R   T W E N T Y - T W O

Zayn

Fuck! I banged my fists on the steering wheel, abruptly stopping the car in the middle of the road once I was out of the sight of Perrie's studio.

I was so angry at her and then angry at myself at how I dealt with the situation. I knew Perrie wouldn't take this lightly; she was very sensitive and I should've talked to her instead of yelling at her in the middle of a parking lot. I was disappointed in the both of us. Her mistake could not be denied but it could have been dealt with better and I had failed to do that.

I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at it in frustration. I was at lunch break but now all I wanted to do was to go home and strand myself for as long as possible. I turned the radio off that blasted mainstream music that continued to increase my temper.

I pulled out my phone from pocket, shooting Niall a text that I was done for the day. I tossed my phone to the passenger seat and started driving home.

I arrived quickly, not bothering to lock the car as I rushed to get inside. I walked in, tugging at the heels of each shoe with the other; taking them off and leaving them in front of the door. I then made my way to my living room, crashing down on the couch. The flat had barely any lights on since I had remembered to switch most of them off when I went to work this morning. It was dark in the living room due the curtains being drawn as well.

I sat on the leather sectional for what felt like ages. I just stared at the ceiling and then various parts of my flats. I finally caught sight of the picture of Perrie and me on a table. It was one of my favorite pictures of ours. We were standing my back yard, I was staring at some flowers in the side, absentmindedly while my arms is hooked around Perrie's waist as she smiled brightly into the camera. I remember Niall taking this picture of us on his phone and then developing it and giving it to me.

I fell in love with the picture the second I saw it. There was no particular reason behind why I liked it. Maybe because of how happy Perrie looked; how her eyes shone. Maybe because of the how good my garden looked, adorning the picture. Maybe because that even though I wasn't looking at the camera or I wasn't aware that a picture was being taken; a smile tugged on my mouth because of how close Perrie was to me and how much, even though we hugged all the time, I loved how it felt.

I grabbed the picture looking at it for a couple of minutes before placing it back on to the table. I walked back to the couch and sat back into it. I stared at my surroundings for a little longer, not quite knowing why the hell I was sitting here or why I was staring around in a badly lit flat. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

Maybe, I could use a drink.

I hauled myself up and walked to the small mini bar that I had installed in a separate room. I walked in; feeling like it had not felt human presence in a long time. It was useless spending so much money on this bar when I didn't even use it. I mainly installed it because I had a spare room and most of friends preferred to drink when they came over. I walked to the glass cabinet, not knowing what half of the drinks even were. I pulled out some plain ole' blended scotch and set it on the table. I got out a clean glass and set it next to the bottle.