Punk Zayn Series

"A Major Commitment"

You say goodbye to your roommate and Sophie for the final time, hugging them both tightly before leaving the house you had all shared for the last two years. You knew Sophie was in good hands and that she would be joining you soon enough. The taxi, sitting outside, held Zayn and his final bit of luggage in the back. He gets out as you approach to help with your bags as you take your seat in the taxi. "I'm going to need coffee once we get to the airport," you tell Zayn once he's back in the taxi beside you. "Noted," he counters with a laugh. He hands you his passport, knowing you were the more responsible one, as the taxi heads off to the airport. "How long is this flight again?" He asks for probably the fourth time in the last few days. "About seven," you answer, laying your head on his shoulder. "You're not nervous about this are you?" You inquire, hoping it wasn't the case. "No," he responds assuring you that your question was not necessary. The two of you were heading to New York, permanently. You knew Zayn's art career would do wonders in the States even though the move was not his idea. The demand for his work was falling in the UK and it showed in his attitude. You caught on rather quickly and knew a major change needed to happen in his life and your relationship. You had suggested moving to New York a few months ago and he had been a little concerned at the beginning. "What about your job?" He had asked almost immediately after your suggestion. "Sarah and I have already discussed it and she said I could easily work from a home office," you had told him to ease his concern. The cab slowly pulls up to the drop off lane and the two of you exit, getting your bags from the back and entering the airport. After checking in, handing the man at the kiosk both passports, you find your coffee and Zayn finds a place at the terminal gate for the two of you to sit. "Would you ever imagine that you and I would be in this place right now?" You ask him, handing him the breakfast sandwich you had gotten him at the coffee shop. "The airport, or moving?" He questions cheekily. You smile at him and chuckle at his response. "I wouldn't do it with any other person," he remarks, before taking a bite of his breakfast. Taking a sip of your coffee you settle in next to him to wait out the next hour before your plane takes off. "At this time we would like to invite the Sky Team members and those traveling in business class to now make your way to the gate, please had you ticket and passport in hand," the woman at the gate desk announces an hour later. "That's us," you say, getting up from your seat and pulling your carry-on over your shoulder. "No it isn't," Zayn remarks, not getting up from his seat. "You haven't even looked at the tickets," you say, waving them in front of his face, "get up, let's go."
"Business class, aren't we fancy," he mocks as he pulls his carry-on from under his seat. Your boss Sarah had been the one to provide the first class seating for your move to the States, she was so sure that the two of you would love the city that she insisted on being a part of your travels in some way, and this generous gesture was what she had come up with. She had also been the driving force in getting the office together to pay for the shipment of your things as well as Zayn's to be shipped over a few weeks prior to the apartment you had already rented. As you settle in beside him in the bed-like seats provided by the airline you catch him starring at you from across the divider. "What?" You inquire of his actions. "No," he answers. "No, what?" You counter with slight confusion. "No, that's the answer to your question. No, I never imagined you and I would ever be in this situation." You smile at his response, sitting up to be able to see him better across the divider. "People like us aren't meant to be together, yet we found a way. You found a way to accept me for who I am, even after I interrupted your walk every day... on purpose. I let my emotions get the best of me sometimes but you were always behind me when I needed you. I love you and I mean it when I say I would not want to do this with any other person." You allow tears to form in your eyes and quickly wipe them away once they begin to fall. "I love you so much Zayn," you tell him, shaking your head in disbelief at the honesty he had just presented you with. He reaches over the divider and presses a kiss to your forehead before the attendant comes around to provide you with the papers you will need to start the next chapter of your life together.




THE END