Change Your Ticket

Already on the next chapter

Zayn's POV

My first impulse is to just run back home and pretend like I never heard this part of his conversation. His words cut deep and they leave me confused and hurt. As I am already quietly turning in the opposite direction to where he is standing, I decide against running away. Ignoring this huge elephant in the room, certainly won't help.

Inhaling deeply and trying to keep my cool, although my heart is crumbling on the inside, I finally make Harry aware of my presence: "We need to talk."

"Zayn?", he exclaims disbelievingly, whereas he is almost dropping his phone, "did you follow me?" His tone is clearly admonishing and very displeased; which I understand but simply do not care for at this moment because I am too fed up with what he has just said a few moments ago.

"You seemed a bit off this morning. So, I came looking for you", I coldly explain, hating him for making me feel so depleted within seconds "and apparently, I was right, because you staying with me was 'a mistake', as you nicely put it."

"I...You...", he is stuttering, clearly not finding any words, be it due to embarrassment or anger. I continue to stare at him, my eyes piercing into his frightful expression. Suddenly, he seems to snap out of his perplexed state, stating with a firm voice "you have no right to eavesdrop. And you have no right acting this way."

"That's bullshit. And you know it. It's not like you told me you loved me just yesterday and now you fucking want to leave me and ...", I exasperate, while helplessly fumbling around with my hands in the air, "I don't get it. I just don't! I have never felt this way about anyone, but you. And it fucking hurts, that you must have been lying to me. I...", I am on the verge of crying, my voice is about to crack up, so I finally turn around and leave.

I don't even know if I want him to follow me or not. I definitely don't want him to see me cry. I do want an explanation though.

Agh... Fuck this shit! Even though I try to focus on my anger, the first tear falls.

"Zayn", his voice echoing behind me, I certainly won't return though. The way he is treating me just doesn't make any sense. I have done nothing wrong. Well, maybe in the beginning, I did. But I thought we had already worked through that. The last few days have been blissful, filling me with the utmost joy. Only to be once more met with disillusionment, to be once more led down. Only this time it felt a thousand times worse.

"Zee, wait", Harry sounds softer this time and I can hear his footsteps approaching, which means he is indeed following me.

"Just stop walking, will you!", he shouts firmer this time and the despair in his voice does make me halt.

As he has caught up with me, he is still keeping his distance.

"I heard you, you know", he briefly pauses, catching his breath, "on the phone."

And that is the moment when my confusion, my anger and my hurt turn into somewhat of an understanding.

"And that is why you think coming here was a mistake?", I retort, wanting his confirmation in order to know how to further proceed in this conversation.

"Yes", he swallows, "you seem to still love Perrie and think about getting back together with her."

Oh, god. We really both are fools. Drawing conclusions from snippets of conversations you overhear is meant to lead to a disaster, apparently.

"What. NO!", I can't help but interrupt him, "I did not love her and I don't love her now. And most certainly will never ever get back together!", bravely I also step closer to him, wanting to minimize the proximity between our bodies. If this is indeed just a misunderstanding, then I intend to solve it right now, wanting to reconcile as soon as possible so that I can kiss his lips right after. His luscious pink lips that are a bit swollen at the moment, due to him biting on them out of nervousness.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I don't let my gaze linger on his lips anymore and my eyes wander back to meet his. After all, we still have not reconciled yet.

But I am at least more optimistic that we possibly will.

"You said you loved her", he stares at me disbelievingly, "I heard you. No point denying that."

"You are still in the wrong. I thought I did", I firmly start explaining myself, "I thought I did, babe. But what I am feeling for you is beyond anything I have ever felt. She doesn't compare. No one compares. And I don't want anyone but you", wanting to fully close the distance between us, I hesitantly place my hands in his and luckily, he doesn't pull away, even more confident now, I continue, "I don't know why I even answered the phone. Maybe a bit of curiosity played a part in it. I did want to know what she had to say. But I certainly did not pick up the phone, because I wanted or want to get back together with her. And when she asked me if I loved her, I thought I did. Only afterwards, when I looked at you, sprawled next to me on the bed and my heart fluttered from just your mere sight I realized that I did not really love her. I can't even explain my feelings for you. It's, it's just...everything about you, everything that you do. From the way that we touch, the way that you talk, the way you cutely call me "Zee" and the way you laugh. It's your silly jokes, your nervousness just as much as your sassiness."

Harry's eyes have started to become glassy and I have a hint of feeling that mine must look the same. He is also hiding a little smile, I can tell. Feeling a bit encouraged, I am stepping even closer towards him; our chests now pressed against one another. Then I lift his chin with my index finger, our lips now almost touching; he still hasn't pulled away. Wanting my words to sink in, I lock eyes with him, as my fingers are tracing over his lips.

"I love you. And I'm sorry about all of this. I would have told you about the call, anyways. It wasn't my intention to hide it or to ever lie about it. I just didn't want to address it right away, you have to believe that, okay?", I softly plead with him.

"Okay", he almost whispers, his breath lightly fanning my lips.

"And before you hopefully let me kiss you", I continue, smirking a little at that, because from the way this conversation has been going, he is definitely desperately waiting for our lips to be reconnected again, just as much as I am, "Perrie asked me to meet up for a coffee. And I said I would think about it..."

Harry tries to step back at these words, but I firmly place my hands on his hips, keeping him in place, keeping him close, "and I have thought about it. And I will not meet with her. I don't need and don't want to. I simply don't care anymore. There has just been this one second where I felt I might go. But right after our call ended, as mentioned before, I knew that she was just a person from my past and that there is no need to reconcile or finish a chapter or anything...I'm already on the next one."

Harry's body visibly relaxes at my words and he is sneaking his arms around my hips.

"I believe you", he earnestly replies, "and I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's a bad habit of mine and..."

And I don't let him finish that sentence, but fiercely press my lips on his.