Madie’s P.O.V
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I woke up the next morning with red puffy eyes. Not a surprise.
I breathed deeply and got out of bed.
I walked slowly towards the living room scuffing my feet all the way.
“Hey.” I heard a familiar voice call out softly.
I looked toward Zayn and found him sitting on the couch. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night.
“Hey.” I called back.
“What’s up?”
“Cut the crap Zayn, why are you on the couch? And how come you look like you haven’t sleep in forever.”
“I like the couch, what’s it to you.” He barked back.
I looked at the ground. I began walking to the kitchen, when I heard shuffling behind me.
“Hey look I’m sorry.” He whispered behind me.
“Why are you apologizing for yelling at me? You always yell at me.”
“I’m not apologizing for yelling at you, I’m … sorry for last night.” He whispered the I’m … sorry.
“Wow Zayn Malik apologizing, well that’s new.” I laughed.
“Fine don’t take the damn apology.” He growled.
“Pfft, whatever.” I said as I walked by shoving him on the shoulder.
Man I freaken hate him! I stomped to my room and called Kristie.
“Hello?”
“Hey Kristie its Madie, wanna hang out?”
“Totally, I’ll pick you up in 15 okay?”
“Cool, I’ll be ready!”
“Okay Bye!”
“Bye.”
After talking to Kristie I got dressed. I put on a pair of yoga pants, a teal shirt, and black flip-flops. I put my hair half up half down, and put on a light coat of mascara and eye liner.
I grabbed my purse and headed out of my room.
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