It's not picture perfect *Sequel to CWFOMT* *FINISHED* *ZAYN MALIK*

Please, don't go.

Kiah's POV

''Thanks, Harry'' I said as I was getting ready to leave. ''Anytime'' he said. I smiled. ''I will text you?'' I said. He nodded. ''Good luck with Zayn'' he said. I nodded and started my journey home

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By the time I got home it was 1 in the after noon. I opened the door and the house was trashed.Things were all over the floor, the couches were flipped and the table was also flipped.

''Holay shit'' I said. I started cleaning up. Zaym must have still been asleep. I fixed the couches and table and started cleaning. I swept the broken glasses and anything else that was on the floor.

About half a hour later, Zayn came down stairs.

''Where were you?'' he asked quietly.

''What the hell happened in this house?'' I asked angrily.

''I was mad'' he said simply.

''Mad? I don't give a shit how mad you were. This is just asmuch my house as it is yours. You trash it like this, you clean it. It should not have been my mess to clean'' I said

''You should have waited. I would have cleaned it'' he said

''I was not going to sit here in a messy house'' I said, putting my hand on the counter.

''You could have stayed where ever you went last night'' he snapped

''Oh give it up. I had the damn right to leave'' I retorted.

''You are my wife! You fix things with me! We are suppose to be happily married!'' he said.

''You should have came after me'' I said.

''And why should I have done that?'' he asked

''I am your wife, Zayn. Not some dog you can leave run away. I didn't have to come back! But I did!'' I said

''You would have came back'' he said

''YOU'RE LUCKY I DID!'' I raised my voice

''IM lucky?! YOU HAVE EVERYTHING!'' he said

''I SHOULD NOT HAVE COME BACK'' I said

''YOU ARE MY WIFE, YOU HAVE TO COME BACK TO ME!''

''I KNOW IM YOUR WIFE! YOU SAY IT EVERY SENTENCE! I CHOSE TO BE YOUR WIFE! I CAN CHOSE NOT TO BE EITHER!'' I said. Then he did something I have been fearing these past months. He brought his hand up and slapped me. And not just a little tap. It was a good slap I fell to the floor. Immediatly, regret flashed across his face

''Kiah I didn't mean it'' he said. I got up and ran up the stairs. I started packing a bag full of clothes and anything I would need.

''Kiah please'' he said.

''It's one thing for us to yell. It's another for you to slap me'' I said. I zipped up my bag and started packing the rest of my things

''Please don't leave'' he said.

''No! We have been fighting these past 6 months Zayn. 6 months!'' I said. I zipped my second bag. I put one of the bags strap on my shoulder and carried the other. I started walking down stairs and I put my shoes on, Zayn following close behind.

''I didn't mean it'' he said. I put my jacket on.

Zayn's POV

''Please don't leave Kiah'' I begged. She fixed her hair and zipped her jacket. Then, she said the 5 words I never EVER wanted to hear. She pulled off her wedding ring and placed it on the table beside us.

''Zayn, I want a divorce'' she said before picking up her bags, car keys and walking out the door.

Then, I realized I lost her. And I would probably never get her back.