31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 17-forgive me (part 1)

CHAPTER 17: FORGIVE ME (PART 1)
*** Zayn’s POV ***

Her reaction was everything I expected. Of course she would slam the door in my face. I knew Holly well enough. In all my life, I had never met someone so stubborn. But that was one of the things I loved about her. I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her; eyes full of fury, and her little nose crinkled, all because of a silly donut. She cared more about those donuts more than her own pain. I remember putting out my hand to help her up and as soon as her face met my vision, something inside of me weakened. It was like being asked a question and knowing the answer straight away. Like being asked your favourite colour and responding in a matter of seconds. As soon as I saw Holly, it was like everything I questioned in life was answered.

I knocked on the door again, “Holly, please open up, please.” 

Nothing. 

Persistence was the way to go. I continuously knocked until my knuckles eventually turned red and hurt too much to carry on. I sighed giving up for a moment and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. I was prepared for this, I was prepared to stay here until she would forgive me. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Holly, please,” I let out under my breath as I held my head in my hands,

I began to hear foot steps coming closer from inside her room and I felt my heart jolt. I quickly stood up again sort of smiling to myself. I didn’t expect her to give in already. 

“Zayn?” I heard her say,

“Yeah!” I shouted back excitedly fixing my shirt,

“DON’T YOU HAVE A BLONDE BITCH TO BE WITH?”

The sound of foot steps were present again but this time they were fading. Boy, she was aggressive. I sighed and sat back on my spot that looked to be my new home for the next hours, possibly even days. Whatever it took. It didn’t matter. I bowed my head and pulled out my BlackBerry from my pocket and opened up Twitter. 

*** Holly’s POV ***

Dammit! I cursed over and over under my breath. I flicked my hands through the air trying to push away his cologne that seemed to have sneakily entered into my room. That bastard wore a woollen beanie. He knew I loved it whenever he’d wear one. Why did he have to look so gorgeous?! I’m meant to be mad at him, not dying over his beauty. Seeing him for those few seconds before I slammed the door made my heart sink, it reminded me of how much I actually missed him. I fought off all those thoughts and the replays in my head of his sweet face, and walked away from the door avoiding his pleas I could here from outside. 

The continuous knocks were driving me insane. I ran to my room, falling onto my bed and shoved a pillow over my ears, trying to block out his voice. That asshole. The nerve he had coming here with a bunch of corny shit. The flowers, the bear, the balloon, the box of Krispy Kremes. Who did he think he was?! Did he really think all of that would make everything okay again? Although, I was craving Krispy Kremes like crazy.. No! No. I’m not. I facepalmed myself and tried to think of something else to distract my mind from Zayn. But it was one of those times where the more you forced yourself to not think about something, the more you would think about it. After a little while, I heard the knocks stop and gave out a sigh of relief. My head began to remember everything that happened and the picture of Zayn kissing that stupid blonde bitch reappeared in my head.

I got up and stormed towards the door, “Zayn?” I asked checking if he was still there,

“Yeah!” I heard him reply,

I cheekily smiled to myself and walked closer to the door, “DON’T YOU HAVE A BLONDE BITCH TO BE WITH?”

I pulled my middle finger up at the door and skipped away towards the couch pleased with myself. I noticed my phone was sitting on the arm rest of the chair and picked it up checking my Twitter feed to see if anything interesting was happening. Interesting would of been an understatement.

zaynmalik1D @zaynmalik 1m

Hey guys ! Guess what song these lyrics are from. ? X #oldschool1dsongs

zaynmalik1D @zaynmalik 50secs

“I slept on your door step beggin for 1 chance” ? X #oldschool1dsongs

I rolled my eyes at my phone and threw it across the couch. So that’s how he was going to play this game. My phone notification sound alert went off for Twitter and I suspiciously reached over for it and unlocked my screen.

‘@zaynmalik has mentioned you in a tweet.’

Of course he did.

zaynmalik1D @zaynmalik 10secs

Waiting on @hollygrace93’s door step, hoping she’ll give me a chance :( ! X #ForgiveZayn

In a matter of minutes, #ForgiveZayn had become a worldwide trend. My phone was going off every single second and the amount of tweets, mentions, and followers that were popping up was ridiculous. I switched my phone to silent so I could avoid the annoying chimes of notifications, but it only made my phone vibrate constantly, which was just as bad. Awkwardly bad. 

I opened up Twitter and clicked on Zayn’s tweet to reply: @zaynmalik I don’t even have a door step. You’re lying. #NoYou’reADouche

I smiled to myself loving how much of a smart ass I was.