Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

XXV

Chapter Twenty-Five: Video

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"Are you sure it was Zayn?" I frowned, refusing to believe JC.

"I know what I saw." JC bit his lower lip. " Zayn and Marie...they were..."

"No," I shook my head, "it can't be him."

JC opened his mouth to say something, but he immediately shut it close and stood up from his slump. He opened his front door and waited for me to get in before slamming it. I followed him to what I suppose was his bedroom, and he plopped on the bed to unplug a recording camera from the outlet. He patted the spot besides him and I sat down, giving him an anxious look.

"Look," he sighed, turning the device on. "Just watch, okay?"

I nodded and focused on the camera's screen. JC just turned the camera and turned the lens to him, recording himself.

"Hi!" He smiled at the camera. "I figured I'd surprise you today before you go back to Paris tomorrow. I'm being lame, I know, but I'm really going to miss you and I want you to bring something from me when you go back." He laughed and shrugged awkwardly, rummaging his hair with his other hand. He continued on walking and tripped over something the camera didn't capture, but he just laughed it off. "I'm walking towards your hotel room now!" He sang exitedly, reaching for the room key in his poket. "I'm going to turn the camera away from me so I can capture your reaction when you see me." Still excitedly, he turned the lens away from his face and opened the door with the number "254". "What the fuck?!" JC growled, capturing every moment of what was in the room. Zayn was shirtless and he was on top of a giggling Marie. JC's excitement was gone and I felt my heart drop to the floor. Then, the screen turned black.

"Do you believe me now?" JC sighed, taking the camera from me and plugging it back in the charger.

"I just...I...wow..." I bit my lip, shaking my head. He was telling me the truth, but I still don't want to believe it. "Zayn...he...and Marie...?" My sentence barely made sense, but then again, what actually makes sense right now?

"Yeah." JC said in defeat, covering his eyes with his hands.

"But he said he had to run errands for his mom..." I nearly choked on my words, still refusing to believe that Zayn lied, still refusing to believe the fact that he practically betrayed me.

"Yeah," JC laughed bitterly, "sure."

I didn't know how I was feeling. I didn't even know how I felt about Zayn, but I was sure with one thing and one thing only: that sight nearly killed me. And the thought and image of them kissing and touching each other...it made everything rise from the pit of my stomach, and when I opened my eyes again, my previous lunch was all over JC's carpet.

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"Are you sure you're okay?" JC asked for the fifth time, looking at me with concerned eyes.

"Yeah," I nodded, "sorry about that."

"It's not a problem." He forced a smile.

We just finished cleaning up my vomit and he had lend me one of his shirts. We're currently sat on his doorstep, both sulking that our partners stabbed our backs. I felt so bad for JC, and I was sure I've never been so upset at anyone as much as how I'm upset at Zayn right now.

How could he ask me to be his girlfriend in the morning and fuck some other girl in the afternoon? He lied to me. And the worst part is, he knew. He knew that JC and Marie were together and he's aware of how I felt about him. He knows that I'm slowly letting him kick my walls down, but he still did what he did.