Punk Zayn Series

"You Get Back Together"

You stand in front of the elevator of his apartment complex and sigh deeply before pressing the button to head up to his floor. With the combination of your now hectic work schedule and just not wanting to it had taken you about eight months to pack up the things Zayn had left at your house. Today though felt like a good day to return the large box. As the elevator doors open you step out onto his floor and the familiarity brings back every memory and emotion you had tried to suppress since rushing out the night he had said he was done with you. It had taken you more steps than usual to reach his door and as you stand face to face with the bright gold numbers on the dark wood your eyes begin to water. You knock slowly on the door and step back. You wait a few moments and knock again, he had either not heard you or had seen you through the peephole and was ignoring you. You sigh after waiting for a few minutes and decide to sit the box in front of the door and hope for the best. "What are you doing?" A voice says from behind you. You turn to notice Zayn walking from the direction of the elevator. His presence hindered your ability to speak leaving you only able to stare. "Are these my things?" He asks, looking down at the box you had just sat in the floor. You nod. "Oh. Okay, well, thank you I guess." You smile slightly but let your head fall quickly, your eyes locking on the pattern of the hallway carpet. "You look really good," he says softly. You look up and his deep brown eyes weaken your stance. "All right," he says, grabbing you by the waist before you collapse in front of him. "Let's go inside." He unlocks the door, his other arm still firmly holding you up. "Are you alright? I remember the same thing happening at the restaurant a few months back."
"I must be dehydrated," you lie, hoping he would buy it. He goes to the fridge and brings you back a Gatorade to help you with your 'dehydration'. He goes back to the door and brings in the box you had brought with you, sitting it on the coffee table in front of the couch he had sat you on. He sits down on the other side of the couch and looks at you softly. "How is everything?"
"It's fine," you respond, taking a sip of the purple sports drink. "I've been trying to keep up with the fashion magazines and you've been in them a lot." His words confused you. "Why would you be keeping up with the fashion industry?"
"To keep up with you." He leaves you no time to respond before he is already explaining himself. "I have been in and out of doctor's offices and therapy sessions trying to manage my emotions. I was in a really bad place when we got together but you made everything so much better. I just needed a little more outside help to get back on the normal side." You take a moment to let everything he was saying sink in. "And are you back on the normal side?" You inquire. "They took me off of my depression medication two days ago because of the progress I was making. I read in the magazines about all of the success you are having and it puts me at ease with everything and all I can do is smile. Even though we aren't together you still make me better." His words bring so much joy to your heart, so much so that you allow a smile to spread across your face "I've missed that," he responds, allowing himself to lean in closer to you. "I've missed you," you tell him. "I can't go a day without thinking about how much I miss you in my life. Everything happened so suddenly and it was so hard to cope. I had to request an office in the main building so that I would be forced to leave the house." His heart begins to break at your explanation. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, especially not that much. I was so selfish. I needed time for myself so that I could figure everything out to make sure my life was in the right place so that I could give you everything you deserve from every part of me, but I shouldn't have acted like I did. I am so sorry." You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and his arms immediately latch around your waist. "Don't ever leave me," you say softly into his ear. "Never."