What's Life Without You?

Chapter 17

~Kendra POV~

“What should we do? Should we tell Perrie straight away?” I hissed.

“That would break her heart, seriously,” Kirrily frowned.

“How should we hide it then?” Danielle panicked.

“Too late, she’s back,” Eleanor warned.

We all took a sip from our drinks AT THE SAME TIME and tried to act normal. We immediately focused on our phones and pretended to be replying to directioners’ mentions.

“What have I missed?” Perrie asked.

We promptly reported to her all the trends and skipped whatever was related to her and then all their attention diverted to how I should get together with Harry and all that stuff that made my cheeks burn but thank goodness the club was dim and they didn’t catch me blushing furiously. At the moment, I supposed Kirrily and I were the only ones who knew about my tentative feelings for Harry. And I didn’t know what to do with it. So much for trying to get Niall and Kirrily together, eh?

But Harry and I, we’re different from Niall and Kirrily. Seriously they were in love with each other and that was a truth clear to everybody. They were meant to be but me with Harry? Nah. Bad idea.

Never had we thought that we would have actually avoided the topic and Perrie didn’t bring it up anymore. I guessed she didn’t want to upset us and ruin the mood but it had to be bugging her. Well, I’d better stop interfering with people’s relationships. I’d learnt my lessons.

~The next morning~

~Perrie POV~

Falling asleep in Zayn’s arms was the best thing ever. When I went home last night after partying with the girls, Zayn was already home and I just snuggled in after taking a shower.

When I awoke, Zayn was in the bathroom. So I sat up straight and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Hmm. A few missed phone calls from Jesy and Leigh and Jade sent me several texts. I figured that I should call them back later since they probably hadn’t woken up yet.

So I checked twitter and saw that not only were the trends about me, Zayn, and Rebecca Ferguson, but also my mentions were full of these names. Oh shit, this ordeal about Rebecca was so much worse than a hangover.

I tapped on the trend #RebeccaStayAwayFromZerrie and saw that mostly my lovely mixers were defending me and even some directioners as well. In a lot of tweets, a GIF image was attached. I had to find out what was happening. I was lost in confusion until the GIF loaded and revelation came.

Rebecca and the troubles she brought. Wow what the hell was she dressed in? If she weren’t famous, I would have identified her as a hooker. But seriously why would Zayn let that happen? Raw anger filled me as I clenched my teeth gulped. Mind you, Rebecca’s a mother of two! What would her kids think? This was just too much. I willingly let the tears slide down my cheek and hit the sheets.

I heard the bathroom door creak and Zayn came out from the bathroom shirtless. I hopped off the bed and grabbed my phone and marched right up to him. He was 3 inches taller than me but I felt that didn’t matter. My anger was heightening so much that it scared me even.

“You-you cheated on me?”

Dammit I asked you a question why aren’t you answering me?!

“How could you? After everything. You go and do something stupid like this!” I yelled at Zayn.

“What?” He frowned and shook his head.

Yeah. Just act dumb that’s fine with me.

“Don’t freaking play dumb with me! You know what you did!” I grabbed my phone and showed him the GIF, and his face was twisted into one of realization, guilt and shock.