Truly, Madly, Deeply (Sequel to Moments)

"I guess you're still hurt if this is over, but do you really wanna be alone?"

Zayn’s POV: (continued)

“Um…I think I’ve lost it…” Doniya uttered.

“You what?”

“I erm…lost it?” She said a bit more quietly.

I looked at her face expressions and the movement of her fingers intertwining and playing with each other.

I raised my eyebrow and leaned my shoulder against the frame of our front door.

“You’re lying,” I smirked.

She looked up at me with widened eyes. “Um…”

“Doniya?” I said.

“Zayn…I…well I –“

<Ring~Ring>

I took my phone out my back pocket and looked at the screen, seeing Uncle Simon. I quickly slid my finger across the screen holding up a finger, gesturing Doniya to wait as I out the phone to my ear.

“Hello Zayn,” Simon said.

“Hi Uncle Simon,” I replied.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m great, thanks. And you?”

“Well, I’m a bit busy catching up on everything, so make this one quick yeah?”

“Umm...”

“Oh, before I forget, how are you and your lovely girlfriend?” He asked with joy in his voice.

“Great…” I said sarcastically.

“Um, alright.” He said with a bit of confusion, “Don’t worry, relationships are an on and off kind of thing, yeah?”

“So you know?” I asked getting off the door frame, straightening myself.

“Pardon?”

“Why? Why me? Separating  me from Isabella is –“

“Isabella! Yes that’s her name! Separating? What are you talking about son?” He said sounding a bit confused.

“Uncle Si, you don’t know about Sky? Little Mix? Perrie Edwards? ‘Zayn Malik breaking up with Isabella Flores’?”

“I was on vacation for a while, and I just came back yesterday, of course not!”

“So who did you put in charge of everything while you were gone?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

“I put –“

I then heard some talking in the background, “I have to go, but I’ll talk and we’ll sort this out later, yeah?”

Before I could say anymore, he hung up the phone. Is he saying that I never was supposed to be separated from Isabella? He never knew about any of this shit? That Sky bitch made Isabella run out of my arms for whatever the hell she made a deal with her? Me and Isabella could’ve been each other this whole fucking time? I was never supposed to go out with that other bitch?

I couldn’t think straight anymore. The blood in my veins was rushing.

“DAMMIT!” I yelled furiously, throwing my phone on the wooden porch that had white specks scattered.

“Zayn!” Doniya exclaimed, putting her hands on my shoulders to calm me down. But it didn’t work.

“Where the hell is the fucking money Doniya!?” I shouted at her face.