Destiny (Zayn Malik FanFic)

Chapter 7

chapter 7

I woke up in a weird position on the ground and was thoroughly uncomfortable because I was still wearing my clothes from last night. Last night. I groaned silently when the memory of yesterday’s events hit me. I groggily got up and pulled out my phone to check the time.

5:44.

I wasn’t surprised, I was an early bird. 2 texts. Not wanting to see another stupid lie from Trey, I silently spied on Zayn. He looked so peaceful sleeping. I was so lucky to have met him. After lying in bed for a few minutes, I reluctantly got up and tiptoed out of his room to check for a bathroom so I could bathe without waking him up. I grabbed my toothbrush and some clothes from my bag and stole out of the room.

Out of the pink, purple, beige and white door, I guessed that the bathroom was probably the one behind the white door. I peeked in and I was right. I brushed my teeth and when I saw myself in the mirror, I nearly fell from the terror. My hair was everywhere, my eyes were red and puffy, and my face looked like it hadn’t been washed for days. God. I stripped off and stepped into the bathtub and thought about Lisa. She knew that Trey was cheating on me yet she didn’t have the guts to tell me? What kind of a friend does that?! Did she think she was protecting me? She knew I would find out. I always do. And Trey – all those promises were nothing. I should have known.

But how could I have known? I was so foolish, so willing to believe that someone would love me! It was strange how I had come to terms with his infidelity so fast. I’m constantly waiting for things to screw up; As if I dare time to once again betray my trust, to ruin any happiness for me. I shook my head. My optimism was inspiring. I thought of Zayn. I couldn’t get over it. He had helped me so much in the past 24 hours alone. What kind of girl just walks into a stranger’s house and stays there for three weeks? Sigh. There was so much on my mind. So many things felt wrong.

I stepped out of the bathtub when I was done washing my hair. In silence, I put my clothes back on and looked at the time. 6:13. I felt like a thief in his house as I crept out of the bathroom. Unaware of what do to with myself, I strolled around pointlessly. Should I just leave with a note? No. That was selfish and Zayn would probably be furious. I thought about my paintings. They, along with probably half of my clothes, were at his house. I wondered when I would have the guts to go back and face him. Just the thought revolted me. I strolled back into Zayn’s room and watched him sleep for a while before looking at his things. I saw a few Harry Potter books on his desk and smiled. I loved Harry Potter.

I hadn’t noticed a picture lying in the clutter; it was a picture of his family. The four women that were in the picture, I guessed were his sisters and mother; they were very pretty. Runs in the family. His father looked strict but friendly, his Pakistani roots clearly evident in his dark skin.

Getting bored, I sat back down in my sleeping bag and decided to check my texts.

They were both from Trey.

I’m so sorry, please answer your phone xx

El, please just hear me out. Please. Give us one more chance. I love you, I made a mistake.

I couldn’t stand to read his texts. I didn’t want to know, I didn’t want any explanation. Knowing would just make it harder. If he really cared, they would’ve never done anything to hurt me.

“Why are you up so early?” Zayn’s voice scared the shit out of me. Stunned, I jumped in the sleeping bag and he looked at me dozily.

“Early bird catches the worm.”

“Might as well get up then.”

“Come party with me. Unless you still want to sleep and miss all of this crazy fun…”