Shory [short stories]

Zayn's appology

It was late, around 11:30; you’re boyfriend Zayn was out with the lads. Zayn had promised you he would be home for dinner and you would spend the rest of the night together because he was leaving to go on tour tomorrow. You’re about to order some pizza. Zayn and you were going to cook something but because he’s still out you can’t wait. Just as you dial the number you mobile vibrates, Zayn has sent you a photo of him and Louis in the background. It looks like he’s having a lot of fun. There’s no message, just the photo.

Zayn if you didn’t want to have dinner you could have told me instead of leaving me waiting at home for 3 hours. I guess I’m not important enough to you to even call anymore? Actually you know what Zayn don’t even bother coming home tonight.

You text him back. You are so annoyed with him. Tonight was supposed to be special. He was leaving for 2 months! It was your last night together but Zayn didn’t seem to mind. He left at 5pm and hasn’t been back yet even though he had promised he would only be an hour. He knew tonight was special. He knew!

You pick up the phone and dial the pizza number “uh hi, can I please have a large peperoni pizza” “sure, garlic bread or drinks?” “No thank you” “ok well that’s 9.95, what name was that under sorry?” “Lucy thanks” and you hang up. You check you’re mobile to see if Zayn had replied. You see that there is no reply but he has seen the message. “Ugh he doesn’t even have the balls to apologize what a jerk, I don’t know what I ever saw in him...” you say to yourself. You get up off the couch and pick up the car keys on your way out, it starts raining but only lightly so you jump in the car quickly. As you turn the key a car drives up right in front of you stopping you from driving anywhere. Then a man walks out from the car. The rain is getting heavier. He man knocks on your window. It’s Zayn. You wind your window down but don’t look at him. You keep your eyes focused on the window in front of you.

 “What” you say rudely. “Y/n please, can we talk?” Zayn says, dripping wet. You reverse the car, trying to avoid Zayn. He runs to the back of the car and looks at you through the review-mirror. You roll your eyes. There’s no way you’re going to be able to avoid talking to him so you decide to get it over and done with. You step out of the car, it’s raining. Zayn walks over to you and places his hands in yours “y/n...” you pull your hands away “no…” you Zayn tears running down your face, blending in with the rain that is falling down your cheeks. “No more Zayn, I think... I think this is it-” “but I’m sorry y/n-” “no Zayn, I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m sorry I fell for you, I almost wish we had never met” you tell Zayn and jump back into your car. “Stop don’t go! I love you y/n you know that right? I’m sorry I was a dick, I know I messed up tonight but don’t let one of my little mistakes ruin everything we have” “little mistake? Zayn do you realise that you are leaving for 2 months tomorrow? This was a big deal to me and you brush it off with a simple ‘I’m sorry’ not this time Zayn, not this time” you kiss him softly on the cheek “good bye” you whisper and shut your door. He just stands there, eyes squinting with fear. Fear that this may be the last time he sees you and the last time he kisses you. You drive away in a hurry.

*Zayn*

“Fuck! You’re a complete asshole. Why would you screw this up? You knew this was a big deal to her, you fucking idiot WHY!” you shout to yourself walking inside to the house you share with y/n.

Please come home

You text y/n. you jump on the couch, head in your hands. Thinking of all the times you’ve screwed up and all the times she forgiven you. You get an idea. You run into the study and grab a pen and paper. You write a note so you can read it when y/n gets home. I start writing and finish just before she enters the house with a box of pizza.  She looks upset but doesn’t show any signs of crying. I tell her to sit down while I show her something, she’s hesitant at first and we argue for a bit but she gives in. I begin to read out the letter.

Dear y/n,

First of all I would like to start this off with a meal. *Zayn runs into the kitchen and brings out a plate of food, spaghetti and meatballs, and places it in front of you* words can express how sorry I am. I’m a jerk, I can admit that. And to have put up with me for 16 months is impressive. I have been unfaithful, untrustworthy, unloving and unreliable. If there’s one thing I could do it would be to turn back time so I can do it all over again, but do it right. You are beautiful, compassionate, respectful, fun, happy, loveable, caring and funny and I wish I had of treated you the way you deserve to be treated from the start. I’m sorry for being there for you when you needed me most and I’m sorry things had to end this way but all I want is for you to...*Zayn pauses and a single tear falls down his left cheek, he sniffles and continues to read from the paper he is holding in front of him* but all I want is for you to be happy and if you really want this then I can’t stop you. I know I always expect things from you but this, this I don’t expect you to forgive me but at least accept this apology; I will always love you no matter what.

Zayn lets the paper go and watches it fall to the ground. He takes a deep breath then bites his bottom lip. He just stands there for a while. I think he was waiting for me to say something but I didn’t because I was lost for words so he left. As he reached for the door knob I spoke “aren’t you going to help me finish this pizza? I mean come on; I just ate a whole main course.” He turns around and I am standing behind him. A smirk leaves his lips and he grabs me tightly and kisses me on the lips. I can feel him smiling as he kisses me which makes me smile.