Punk Zayn Series

"You Make Up"

You crouch at the door, allowing Sophie to come to you. Once her leash is attached and you had slipped on your shoes you emerge from the house for a morning walk, a walk that usually had Zayn by your side. Today was different of course. Zayn had been silent ever since dropping you off at your house. Your phone hadn't rung and he surely hadn't come by to apologize. You head out into town with Sophie by your ankles. You hadn't been in the shopping district without Zayn in a while but Sophie was preventing you from turning around and leaving. She pulled on her leash as hard as her tiny body would allow her, dragging you further within the district. Your heart begins to beat faster as you turn the corner onto the street where you and Zayn had first met. Once the street was in full view you could see the small shop where the two of you had spent so much time at. The stoop wasn't clear though, and as Sophie brought you closer you began to realize why it was different. Zayn was sat on the small steps outside of the small store, a large bouquet of flowers beside him completely closing off the rest of the step. His head rises slowly as he senses someone approaching him. He stands up quickly upon noticing that it was you and Sophie. As he reaches his feet you notice at least five dead bouquets behind where he was sitting. He notices your confusion as you look at the deceased flowers. "Failed attempts," he says. His voice almost foreign to your ears. "You've been out here that long?" You question, recounting the piles of flowers. "I wasn't sure when you were going to come by," he reveals. "Zayn that's ridiculous," you scold. "No, how I acted the other night was ridiculous. I had to do something to make up for it." His compassion touched you, but he hadn't exactly explained his actions. "Why did you go off like that?" You question softly, avoiding contact with his deep brown eyes. "Because guys like that are who you should be with," he admits. "You should be with someone you fit with, you don't fit with me." You shake your head at his words. "What are you even talking about? Of course we fit together. We have been together for how long? We go together just fine Zayn." Your words relax his tension but you can tell he is still insecure. "Remember this?" You question, shimmying off your tennis shoe, presenting him with the permanent ink on your foot. His head falls and he nods as he remembers tattooing his artwork onto you. "That's your's. You did that." You step up to him, lifting his head so his eyes meet your's. "We fit." He smiles and brings you into him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes again.