Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 14: He Doesn't Care

Perrie got out of the shower after realizing that she's been spacing out in the shower for a while. She wore her bathrobe, glanced at the mirror and sighed before stepping out of the bathroom.

She was not prepared on what she saw.

There he was, sat up on the bed, and it looked like he was in some deep thought. His eyebrows were knotted together as he stared at nothing in particular.

"O-Oh hey! You're awake," Perrie stammered. Of course she would! It's not easy to forget about what she just thought in the shower a while ago.

Breathe, Perrie. Go to the closet and ask him to get out because you need to dress up.

"Uh...Yeah! I actually had a good night's sleep..." Perrie rolled her eyes. He's being cheeky, isn't he? Who does he think he is? Prince Charming whose charms are irresistible?

Well, she has to remind him that he isn't.

"I see..." she mumbled as she headed towards her closet. She kept looking at him through her mirror.

Nothing.

There he was, arms behind him as his eyes bore through her back, as if they weren't in a bad situation right now.

And that pissed Perrie off.

The fact that she was lashing out her anger on people, the fact that she becomes easily exhausted after their tour, the fact that people have to ask her if she's okay, if she wants to take a day off, the fact that people pity on her and then he's just there, moping for a day and he feels like he and she were in an okay relationship the next day was enough to drive her angry.

Perrie really needs to remind Zayn that he isn't Prince Charming.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing here? I'm sorry, but I need to dress up to meet the girls in the breakfast room. If you want, you can go there and chat with them a bit, I don't mind." She turned around to look at him.

 He looked back as if he was actually analyzing what Perrie was talking about.

"O-Oh yeah!..I'll do just that...Thanks..." he sprang out of bed, already tying his shoes and making his way towards the door after fixing himself.

When his hand rested on the doorknob, he looked at Perrie for a second. "I'll see you later...I guess..." and he was out of her room.

Perrie gave the door a two-minute stare before realizing that she really needs to dress up if she doesn't want to catch a cold or something.

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"Zaaaaaaaaayyynnnn!! Quick, quick! Over here!"

That was the first thing he heard the minute he opened the glass door leading towards the breakfast room. It was none other than Jesy, judging by the American accent.

There they were, seated on a table smiling at him as he took a sit beside Jade, Leigh-Anne in front of him and Jesy beside the raven-haired.

 "So, Zayn, did Perrie do something to you?" Jade asked him as his fingers drummed on the table.

"Huh?" he looked at her. "Oh, well, she didn't do anything at all. She just came out of the shower and she may have been surprised that I was awake. After that, she told me that she needed to meet you guys and that she had to dress up, so she sent me out..." Zayn trailed off as images of Perrie a few minutes ago popped in his mind. Her in a bathrobe, her wet hair, her face free from make-up, her charming blue eyes, her lips that he missed so much and so badly wanted to ki–