Revitalized Heart (Completed)

Part 12

Zayn

Three Weeks Later

I'm going fucking crazy without Yasmin. It's been three weeks since she abruptly kicked me out of her life and quit at the club. All of the regulars been asking where she is and I just straight up tell them she no longer works here. Jaylen and Nyla keep asking if I have heard from her, but nothing. I haven't heard anything. She's blocked me on her phone and all social media. Nyla says she is posting on her Instagram story living her best life, but I know that is a front. I'm not saying she can't be happy, but I don't believe she is completely content with the way things are between us. I don't get this at all. She didn't have to do this over Aliya. Speaking of Aliya, she definitely has tried to make a move on me, but I shut her down. Since then, she has not bothered me. She took the hint right away. Anyway, I'm sitting at home just bored out of my mind. I should be heading to the club soon, but I don't even want to. I look around my bedroom and my eyes land on a box in the corner. It's Yasmin's things. I just put them there so I wouldn't constantly have reminders of her everywhere. I sigh as I move closer to the box. As I am doing so, I hear my doorbell ring. Who could this be? I make my way downstairs and to my door. I look through the peephole and I am shocked when I see Yasmin. I quickly open the door and look at her.

"Hey," I said.

"I just came to get my things," Yasmin said. I sigh and move to the side. She walks in and I close the door behind her. She slips off her shoes and my eyes travel all over her. She looks amazing.

"I like your hair love that color on you," I complimented Yasmin's deep brown hair. She just rolls her eyes and walks upstairs. I follow behind her and we head towards my bedroom. She looks around and her eyes travel to the box in the corner.

"Already making room for her huh?," Yasmin said.

"Yasmin don't. I don't want shit to do with Aliya," I responded.

"Oh yeah? You sure?"

"Yes I am sure. Just want you baby."

"Whatever....is this everything?"

"Yasmin can we please just talk? I've hated these last three weeks. I miss you so fucking much it hurts." Yasmin just looks at me and shakes her head. I come up behind her and I just wrap my arms around her waist. She freezes in place but I don't care. I have missed this.

"Zayn....stop," Yasmin said softly.

"Baby I'm right here just talk to me. We can work through this. I'm not going to just give up on us. I just can't."

"...You're too much I can't take this." My eyes furrow and I turn her around in my arms.

"What? Did you do all this....to avoid your real feelings?"

"What?," Yasmin asked.

"You're pushing me away because you feel we are getting too close is that it?"

"No because you think it's ok to play Mr. Hero to every pretty bitch that comes in your sight!" I just sigh as I rub my temples.

"Look me in my face and tell me you don't have real feelings for me," I said sternly.

"Get away from me," Yasmin said while removing my hands from her waist.

"Just talk to me please Yasmin." She goes into her drawer and gathers a few remaining items and places them into the box. I just sit on the bed and watch her place items in to the box.

"...I meant it when I said I love you Yasmin," I said softly.

"Zayn don't," Yasmin said while pointing in my face.

"How could I not fall for you? After even that first time we met in Miami....you had me. I had never felt such a strong pull like the one I had with you. And when we were intimate....nothing has ever compared. Nothing and no one. You're feeling insecure but you don't have to be. I could never ever do anything the way I do things with you, with anyone else. Every other woman pales in comparison to you. So ok you don't want to work at the club anymore? Fine I can understand that. But you don't have to kick me out of your life when you know how I feel about you."

"Can you just stop I don't want to hear this," Yasmin said.

"What can I do to make this right?"

"Nothing. Just move on Zayn." I just sigh heavily as I let out a deep breath.

"I'm not doing that. Ever," I said sternly. Yasmin just grabs the box of her things and exits the room. I follow behind her and down the stairs. I watch as she slips on her shoes.

"You don't have to do this. Just be with me Yasmin. Please. This could be our home," I said. Yasmin scoffs and shakes her head.

"I really thought we had something special. But then I realized....I'm not special Zayn. If I was, I wouldn't have been through hell and back with my ex. If I was really special, I would be able to have children. But I'm not. I'm not shit. I'm not worth anything. What do you want me for? I can't offer you anything."

"Yasmin no how can you talk about yourself like that? It's not true. You are special. You're a gem baby. I'm sorry your ex did not see how special you are, but I do. And I'm right here baby. I'm here. Always. Let me show you and prove this to you. You don't have to do anything, just enjoy the ride with me I swear." Yasmin just looks at me as tears swell in her eyes. I hate it when she cries.

"Zayn can we just stop this please. I can't take this right now," Yasmin said. Her phone begins to ring in her hand and she silences it. She quickly turns to leave before I can say anything else. Fuck man. I watch as she puts the box in her back seat, slam the door, get in the driver side and then speed off. I close and lock the door and run a hand down my face. I'm exhausted I've barely slept since this entire ordeal. I really don't want to be bothered with anyone today. I let Jaylen know he can open up today I may get by later. Right now I just want to lay down. I go upstairs to my bedroom and I take off the clothes I had on. I put on a beater and basketball shorts over my boxers. I lie down in the bed and pull the covers over me. I sigh as I think about Yasmin. Why is she so unsure about me and us? I really don't think I have done anything to hurt her. What else can I do, if she will not talk to me? I want to do something nice for her, but how?