31 Days.. (a zayn malik fanfiction)

chapter 17-forgive me(part 2)

CHAPTER 17: FORGIVE ME (PART 2)
*** Louis’ POV ***

“How do you reckon he’s going?” Niall asked with his mouth full of food,

“From the looks of Twitter, not so good…” Liam said showing us Zayn’s tweets from his phone,

“Well we all knew it wasn’t going to be easy,” I said shrugging,

Niall and Liam both nodded. We had all been anxiously waiting around hoping for the best for Zayn. We spent all of the day helping him plan their birthday, which was kind of silly really, when there wouldn’t even be birthday plans if Holly wasn’t going to forgive him in the first place. But we figured it would be up to Zayn to figure out how to get Holly to forgive him, it was his mistake and it was his responsibility to fight for her. 

“Should we all tweet #ForgiveZayn?” Liam suggested,

“No.” Harry said walking in,
He had been up in his room since he came back from dropping off Zayn. I knew Harry too well to know that something was up. 

“What’s wrong Harry? You’ve been in your room all night.” I asked walking up to him and twirling my finger around one of his curls,

He let out a sigh, “I love Zayn, but he’s such an idiot. Holly didn’t deserve this. I stayed up with her most of that morning. You guys didn’t see how lifeless and hurt she was. It really hit me.”

We were all kind of taken away from Harry’s announcement. It was definitely unexpected. But Harry didn’t really understand. He was the youngest out of all of us and he hadn’t really experienced the emotional sides of relationships to really have a valid opinion. We all knew what Zayn did was wrong but we were going to be there for him regardless of what he did. He was still our brother and it was our duty to stick by him no matter what. 

“Zayn knows what he’s doing, they’ll be better in no time.” I said bringing in Harry closer to me with my arm, “Who wants some tea?”

*** Holly’s POV ***

3 hours had passed and Zayn had still been waiting faithfully at my door. For the first 2 hours he’d knock, yell, call, tweet, text at every chance he got but on the third hour he was silent. The whole time, I sat on the couch staring blankly at the T.V., trying to ignore him and trying to ignore the pain. It killed me that he was only a few metres away from me, a few steps away from opening the door, a few steps away from being back into his arms again. Every single thing inside of me ached for him and it was hard fighting with myself when all I really wanted was him, but I wouldn’t allow myself to just open the door and forgive him. It wasn’t that easy. What he did was wrong. And I wasn’t going to let him think that he could get away with what he did. 

The T.V. was no longer of interest to me, hell, it never was. It served as more of something to have in the background to make me feel a little less lonely. I had been sitting there refreshing Zayn’s tweets every second as he had been doing an #askzayn for the past 30 minutes. Stalking his tweets meant that I could of at least had a part of him with me without him knowing it. Although, it also meant that I was basically torturing myself. I sighed thinking of how stupid I was for being so torn in-between my feelings. A part of me hated him but the other part of me was so desperate to be with him again. I held my head in my hands and whimpered, closing my eyes trying to refresh my thoughts. It was getting way too crowded in there. 

As I opened my eyes again they began to trail towards the door, spotting a note that had slipped in from underneath the free space. I frowned curiously and walked on over to pick it up and read:

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As I finished reading the first note, another one slipped in beneath my feet,

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And then another one,

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I knew exactly where these notes were from. They were lyrics to ‘Part of the List’ by NeYo. Zayn knew very well that this song was my favourite cover that he had done a few years ago,

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I squeezed my eyes shut as I held the notes in my hand fighting off the tears that I desperately wanted to stay in. I don’t know why I was getting so emotional, Zayn did that to me. But the relevance of the song and the situation was just too much for me to handle. My heart was beating at a fast rate and I hated myself for having the urge to just open the door and fall into his arms again. I opened my eyes and quickly wiped away the first tear that uninvitedly came out, to only see one last note sitting in front of my feet. 

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My heart literally felt like it was being pulled. I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down onto the floor and rested my head on the door. The door was the only thing keeping us apart, and for now, this was as close as I allowed myself to be with him. 

*** Zayn’s POV ***

It had been 30 minutes since I slipped in those notes. My head hadn’t moved since, as it rested on the door while I stared at the white surface, eyes never leaving that one spot. I didn’t know if she saw them yet. I was a bit worried that even if she did she might of just tore them up anyway. There was no words I could say to pull together or express to how much guilt and regret I had inside of me. What I did was honestly out of pure stupidity and I still can’t figure out what even possessed me to do something so stupid to someone I cared about so much. 

I closed my eyes and soon felt a little nudge on my leg. I slowly tried opening my now heavy eyes and saw Emily and Carmello standing there, staring at me. 

“What are you doing here?” Emily asked with a tone slightly defensive,

“Uh, um,” I stood up so that I was on their level, facing her, “I need to talk to Holly. Please Emily, please just let me see her.” I begged,

She frowned and rolled her eyes, “She doesn’t want to see you Zayn.” 

Emily kind of scared me, she was more feisty than I had initially thought, “Em, ple—-“ 

“Yeah, don’t call me Em.” she interrupted,

My eyes slightly widened and I looked at Carmello as he shrugged with a little pity in his eyes. I looked back at Emily and awkwardly nodded, ”..Erm, Emily, please just help me out here. You don’t understand how much she means to me. I just need a minute, just one!”

She shot me a dirty look, “Why should I help you? You’re not exactly my favourite person in the world right now.” 

She pulled out her key card and abruptly opened the door, ignoring me all together. Carmello looked at me as he followed Emily back into their room and through the look in his eyes I could tell he wanted to help me, but obviously just couldn’t. I nodded and half smiled letting him know I appreciated the thought we shared between each other even though there was nothing said.

The door closed and I looked at my BlackBerry, checking the time. 10:00PM. I let out a sigh and sat back down on my spot.