Me and Zayn have been together for two months. I never thought I'd be with Zayn. Turns out he's really good with relationships, and he always makes sure that I'm his top priority. We haven't fought, and if I was ever feeling sad, he always made sure I was okay.
Our relationship is more affectionate than anything else. We never really had one on one talks like how me and Camila were, but I guess guys are different.
But something still doesn't feel right between us.
I moved in with him a couple weeks ago, since he suggested me too and I kind of felt weird in my apartment. Being there all alone.
I laid on the bed and watched TV while Zayn was going back and forth from his closet to his bathroom. Normani wanted to hang out tonight, but I ignored her message.
For these past couple of months, I haven't really talked to anyone from the label. Only Zayn. Normani probably just thinks my phone is disconnected or turned off, since I turned off my iMessage.
"Where are you going?" I asked, noticing Zayn had been fully clothed.
"Studio." He said, looking at himself in the mirror and adjusting his jacket. "Then I have a meeting to go to afterwards."
"A meeting? At midnight?" I said with a puzzled look on my face looking at the time.
"The label wants to meet with me before I go back home for a bit," His words caught me off guard and I was confused that he was going back home.
"I thought you weren't going back for another year?"
"My mom called, she needs me back at the house. I promise, I'll be back at the end of the week. It's getting late. I should get going." He finished, his lips kissed my forehead and he smiled at me before he exited the bedroom.
I always felt weird being alone. It felt like how I felt when Camila left me. Empty. I haven't felt this way in a while, I never thought I would feel like this again. I even promised myself that I wouldn't feel like this.
Often I found myself getting in this mood where I had absolute no emotion at all. I was just here physically, but not mentally. Almost as if I'm just here takin up space.
I thought Zayn would at least help me out, turns out I was wrong.
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Zayn was coming back in a couple of days, and I haven't moved from the bed at all. The farthest I went was to the kitchen and bathroom. I didn't leave the house at all.
I was pretty hungry, so I went downstairs and went to make some breakfast. As I was searching for a spatula, I found a black box in a drawer with a sticky note that said Perrie on it with a heart next to the name.
I furrowed my brows, and pulled out the box. I opened it, to see a diamond ring, and a note attached to the top of it.
"I have no words to describe how your eyes shine or how your smile makes my world feel like it's falling apart. I want to write words as beautiful as you but I can't describe it because words don't exist that can describe you're perfection to me and I want to make you mine." - Zayn.
Tears stung my eyes as I read the familiar message. I shook my head and read the message back and pulled out my phone. It was the same text he sent me a while ago. The same text that made me think he was actually the one for me.
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Bad Intentions
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