The Tattoo (zayn)

Part 14

*zayn's pov*
She was right. Of course she was. When she said it, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had left One Direction because I didn't like the management team running my life. I guess with out realizing I had slipped back into the same pattern.
She wasn't completely right about something else though. It wasn't just music that I loved, it was her too. I loved her. Unmistakably.
I called Tom immediately.
"You're fired." I said to him sternly. He of course didn't take it well and told me a couple of places I could shove my career but I didn't care.
I called Mel. She understood. She was actually rather happy. We could both actually be with the people we loved.
I decided to wait a week before I contacted her again. I sent her a message.

Let's talk x

She responded 20 minutes later with

Sorry Z.

I had no clue what it meant but I knew that she didn't want to speak to me even if the press had found out about my breakup with Mel.
I wasn't sure what to do. I paced back in forth in my kitchen.
Not only did I have the pressure of what to do about Rachel but I also had to find a new agent and I needed to release a new song. Most of the songs on my new album were ready but I wasn't feeling any of them for single material. I thought about some of the lyrics that I had jotted down but something struck me.
I ran to the coffee table where my notebook of lyrics sat. I flipped through to the page that I had been adding to for the past 6 months. The song that I wrote about her. It was complete but never felt right to record until now. I picked up the notebook and took a car to my music producer's studio.