Punk Zayn Series

"You Break Up"

You sit outside of his locked apartment for the third time this week. He had let his emotions get to him yet again and changed the locks to keep you out. You had expressed your concern for his emotional stability in the past and his actions as of late had only reinforced that concern. "Zayn, are you going to let me in now?" You question, almost fed up with sitting in the hallway of his complex for nearly three hours without a single sound from him during that time. You weren't exactly sure what had set him off on this tirade. All you knew was that he came back from Leeds in a horrendous mood that lead to you leaving after only being around him for a few minutes. You hadn't wanted to deal with his emotions. But here you were, four days later, dealing with said emotions. With no response you sigh loudly and stand to your feet. "Everything alright?" A voice asks from behind you. You turn and notice a guy standing in the doorway of the apartment across the hall from Zayn's. "I wish I knew honestly," you respond. "Sorry to hear that. I've noticed you sitting out here for the past couple of days and was a bit confused as to why." His voice was nice, but any sort of conversation was nice after the days you had been having. "Well unfortunately for you, I don't even know why. All I know is that he won't let me in and I can't get him to respond to anything." Your voice was sorrowful and it caught his attention quickly. "You want to come in? Have something to eat? I know you couldn't have eaten anything while you were sitting out there."
"No thank you. I'm fine. I will eat when I get home. That's nice of you though."
"Well I'm a nice guy," he begins with a smile, one that you return, "at least let me walk with you to the garage."
"What is this?" You hear from behind you. You turn quickly to see Zayn standing in his doorway. "What is what?" You question. "Why are you talking to him?" He questions, anger coming through his words. "Him? We were just talking before I went home."
"Why would you go home?" He questions, confusion in his tone. "Maybe because I have been trying my best to get you to come out for the past three hours with absolutely no response from you."
"LEAVE THEN!" He shouts, "And don't bother coming back."
"Zayn!" You shout after him but he only slams the door in your face. "Um what just happened?" Zayn's neighbor asks. "I think we just broke up," you reply, your tone soft but full of confusion. You turn from the door, your eyes beginning to water. "Oh.... no. Don't, don't do that," he says, moving from his doorway to pull you into his arms. You didn't even know him well enough for him to feel the need for comfort you but even then you accepted his embrace and let out the three days of pent up emotions that you had into his chest. "Won't you come inside now?" He questions, looking down at your now red eyes. You didn't exactly feel comfortable nodding your head but going home and sitting in your house with only Sophie wouldn't be a good thing at the moment. Zayn's hateful words replay in your mind as he leads you into his apartment. "What do you like to watch?" He inquires, pulling away from you only to take your hand and lead you over to the sofa, trying his best to take your mind off of what had just happened. You shrug and sit down, pulling your knees into your chest. "Oh come on, not a single guilty pleasure show?" You shake your head and quickly stand up. "This was a bad idea, I have to go." You don't even give him time to reply before are running out of his apartment and past Zayn's to the elevator. You race to your car once in the garage, almost forgetting to put your seatbelt on as you quickly pull onto the road to head home to be alone.