Enthralling Imperfections (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Thirty Nine

Note: Do me a favor and please DO NOT read this chapter on the Wattpad application on your phones or other devices and when you see (****), play the song on the right side of your screen. 

Another note: You can re-read it and play When There Was Me And You (a song in High School Musical sang by Vanessa Hudgens)

Another note: You can re-read it for the third time and play Nothing Like Us by Justin Bieber non-instrumental version. 

Thank you so much. Now, carry on. :)

Enthralling Imperfections

Chapter Thirty Nine

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"Oh. You're back."

"What the fucking hell are you doing inside my room?" 

"I was waiting for my ride." My eyes widened as those words came out of her mouth. She doesn't mean ride like transportation, she means-it.

"And you are going to fuck somebody in my room? Really? What the fuck are you thinking?" 

"Oh, it's because it's someone special." She smirked. Just as she said that, Zayn came inside the room and stopped half way as he turned around and about to close the door. "Oh, hey baby. Round two maybe?" She said, flirtatiously. 

"What?" I turned to face Zayn with complete confusion. 

"I can explain." Zayn started. 

"Explain what?" I asked, irritated. 

"Go ahead baby, tell her." 

"Stop fucking calling me baby." Zayn shouted, angrily. 

"What happened to the good time we just had earlier?" The wicked witch of the room pouted.

"You did her?" I asked Zayn disgustedly. He opened his mouth and just closed it; not saying a single word. "So you did?" Zayn just found the floor quite interesting. "What the fuck?" I said slowly. 

"Well-I-she-Look, Zarah, you have to listen to me." Zayn started, holding my arm. I withdrew my arm. with a scowl on my face. 

"Leave my room, Christine." I muttered. She just stared at me. "Fucking leave!" I shouted. She simpered as she left the room with the duvet still wrapped around her body. Zayn walked around and looked at me with gloomy eyes. I looked at him with disgrace.

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"Thank you Zayn. Fucking thank you for being my first love, first boyfriend, first kiss, and most especially, for being my first damn heartbreak." I ranted in front of him. 

"Listen-"

"No! You listen! If you think you can just run around, go collect every girl's heart using your charm. If you think you can just play with girls like they're some kind of a toy or like a shirt that if it is already worn out, you're just going to throw it away, then you're wrong! We are like antique figurines; kept and taken care of. But maybe, you just didn't care about its valuableness or importance."

"I-"

"You know what? I regret that I got the chance to meet you. It's been my dream since day one I became a directioner but, I think it's the worst dream-come-true I've ever had. I regret thinking about you twenty four seven, I'm ashamed for thinking that I'm gonna marry you someday, thank you for what happened, now I got my eyes open for what reality is. And most importantly, I'm ashamed of loving you."