𝓒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄, ᶻᵃʸⁿ ᵐᵃˡⁱᵏ

𝐗𝐗. 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

last night had started off so well. zayn, valentina, and i had spent the evening at his apartment, just enjoying each other's company.

we'd ended up on the couch, watching minions. val had fallen asleep first, her small frame curling up beside me. zayn and i had been laughing, talking, and bonding over the movie. there was something effortless about it, something that made me wonder if this was the beginning of something new, something better.

i must have dozed off with my head resting on zayn's shoulder. it felt so comfortable, like i belonged there. but when i woke up in the middle morning, everything changed. i realized my head was still on zayn's shoulder, and my heart sank.

reaching for my phone, i saw a notification from deumoxi. my hands shook slightly as i clicked on the link. the headline read, "zayn malik and gigi hadid: flirty messages and online flirtation."

the article detailed how zayn and gigi were still flirting on social media—liking each other's posts, sending flirtatious messages on twitter. the words were like a punch to the gut. here i was, curled up next to him, and he was out there playing this game with gigi.

it felt like a cruel joke. it was as if everything we'd shared, every laugh, every moment, was overshadowed by this other reality i wasn't a part of.

i lifted my head from zayn's shoulder, feeling a cold emptiness where the warmth had been. i tried to stay calm, but my anger bubbled up uncontrollably. " zayn," i said sharply, trying to keep my voice steady, "take us home now."

zayn stirred, looking at me with a mix of confusion and concern. "what's wrong?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

"just drive," i snapped. "i want to go home."

he didn't argue. he carefully lifted valentina, who had managed to stay asleep through the whole ordeal, and buckled her into the car seat. as he drove us back to my place, the silence was suffocating. i stared out the window, trying to keep my emotions in check. my mind raced with anger and betrayal, replaying the article and the implications it had on what i thought was happening between us.

when we finally arrived at my house, i practically threw the door open. "thanks for the ride," i muttered, barely making eye contact before slamming the door behind me.

inside, i locked the door and leaned against it, feeling a wave of frustration crash over me. how could i have been so naive? i had let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time. but the reality of zayn's flirtations with gigi hit me hard. it felt like a punch in the stomach, and i was left grappling with the pain of betrayal.

i sank to the floor, tears spilling down my face. my emotions were raw and fierce. i had given zayn another chance, allowed myself to hope, and now i felt like a complete fool.

the night that had started with such promise had ended in heartbreak. the anger inside me was intense, and it felt like it was consuming me. i wanted to scream, to throw something, but all i could do was cry.

the silence of the house was heavy, amplifying the sense of isolation i felt. i had trusted zayn again, opened myself up to the possibility of something more, only to be reminded that he was still connected to someone else.

it was a harsh lesson, and one i wasn't sure i was ready to learn.

as i cried, i tried to remind myself that this wasn't the end of the world, even though it felt like it. i had been through tough times before and had come out stronger on the other side.

but right now, it was hard to see past the pain and anger. i felt betrayed, not just by zayn, but by myself for believing that we could rekindle something that might have never truly been there.

the morning wore on, and as i lay down, i tried to calm my racing thoughts. i knew i needed to confront the reality of the situation, but it was easier said than done. zayn had been a big part of my life, and it was hard to let go of the hope that we could somehow make it work.

but deep down, i knew i needed to take care of myself and find a way to move forward, even if it meant facing this painful truth head-on.

the tears eventually stopped, but the frustration and anger remained. i had hoped for a fresh start, but instead, i was faced with the harsh reality of zayn's lingering connections with

it was a difficult pill to swallow, but i knew it was something i had to deal with if i wanted to move on and find my own path to happiness.

𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬!

ok sorry for the late chapter i have been sorting out some bitch that has a problem w me