Seven-Hundred Thirty Days (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction)

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Zayn's P.O.V.

Look at me. I will never be the perfect husband, or a perfect father. Look at me, I will never bring my baby pride, or bring her honor. I stare in the mirror. I can understand why Charity doesn't want me. I've been dirtied. I am a pig, not on my own accord, but on everyone else's.

All I want, is to make her happy. I want is to make her happy. I walk over to her and Liam's room and press my ear up against the door. Expecting the worst, but praying for the best.

"... I understand that Charity, I really do." Liam said in a sad voice. "You love him, and you show him that you do, but you don't give him enough rules. If it were me I would've waited for you all those years." He said softly. "That bastard didn't."

That was it. I reached for the doorknob and was seconds away for turning it when I heard Charity's voice.

"I know Liam. I know he moved on, and I know it might be hard to get past that, but I love him. I love him for all the right reasons. And.." She paused. "I think he might love me..." She trailed off.

My heart yearned to run in and show her just how much I loved her, but I couldn't. "He doesn't, Charity. He's just being his normal self. He doesn't care, because he a heartless dick with no feelings for anyone but himself!" Liam raised his voice at her.

"Liam!" She gasped. I slammed the door open and they both looked at me shocked. "I am not heartless." I said in an angry tone directed at Liam. "But I'm not perfect." I said to Charity. "I know I fucked up and I know I said to wait, but I can't wait any longer."

"It's hard." Charity began. "For me to accept that you love me." She said slowly, "Because I think you did, I remember you did, but I don't remember you being like this."

She shook her head.

"You have to choose." Liam pleaded. I sadly nodded in agreement.

"I love you Zayn. I do." She paused. "And I love you Liam."

"But when it comes down to who I want, and who I need..." She trailed off.

"I. Want. Liam." She broke down into tears and I was soon to follow.

"BUT." She interjected herself. "I... I NEED Zayn. Need always overpowers want."

She rushed those last few words out and we stood in silence. All three of us.

She rushed over to me and I grabbed her up in my arms. "I'm so sorry, Liam." She said sobbing. I held her close and buried my face in her hair. Her familiar scent gave me the high that it always does. I hugged her tighter and then thought of Liam.

I took a step back and looked to him. "Liam." I began and he shook his head, years brimming in his eyes. I grabbed Charity's hand and pulled her out of Liam's room. "Why don't we get out of here?" I said absent-minded. I pulled her behind me to the penthouse elevator. I don't know if Charity made the right decision.

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Charity's P.O.V.

"I was thinking I could get a job in the city, and then pay for an apartment with the work money so that I won't have to stay with you and the boys." I stated as I licked my Chocolate Almond ice cream.

"Why don't you want to spend time with us?" Zayn asked in a teasing voice. "It's just that you guys are going to be traveling a lot..." I trailed off. I didn't enjoy the thought of them traveling, but I didn't want to get in the way of Zayn's career.

"Why don't I buy you a house? I'll pay for electric, utilities, and water, and then you can work and use money for groceries and clothes." Zayn proposed.

"Zayn. I don't think-"

I was cut off by my phone ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and stared at the unrecognizable number, before I slid the unlock bar and answered it.

"Um... Hello?" I asked.

"Mm, yes. Is this Ms. Charity Evans?" A posh British woman asked.

"Yes. May I ask who's calling?"

"You're the girlfriend of, uh, Liam Payne, I believe?" She questioned again.

"Ex, but-"

"Great!" She snapped, interrupting me. "My name is Rosaline, and I'm with Wilhelmina Modeling Company over her in the UK. Has anyone ever told you that you're photogenic?"

"Well... Does my mom count?"

She laughed at my joke. "Funny too. How would you like to come set up an appointment with us say, Thursday? You can come in and talk to us about becoming a model for us then."

"Ma'am, I-"

"Whoops, I have to run! I'll call you backward with your appointment time. Goodbye now!" She hung up quickly.

I stared at the phone in shock until I realized Zayn was sitting there. He had a curious look on his face. "Who was that?" He asked. "Wilhelmina Modeling Comany." I said, still confused.

"That's great, Charity! You could become a model." I guess he was right. That'd be a good supporting career. I put my phone in my pocket. "Yeah, maybe." I said with a smile on my face. "Maybe." I crossed my legs under the table and took a big bite of my ice cream. This was the start of something new, I could feel it.

"Wait." Zayn stops and reaches into his pocket. "I- One second." I giggle and he pulls out a black velvet box. "I, Zayn Jawaad Malik, still promise to you, Charity Allison Evans, that I will marry you. I promise." He reaches for my hand, which I give to him. He slides the ring up my ring finger and I get teary eyes. "I love you, Zayn." I say to him and hold his hand across the table.

"I love you too, Charity."

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Sorry for the short chapter. They'll probably all be like this from now on, but good news; Ill be updating every other day.

So whoop whoop.

But not really.

Will someone make me a book cover or...?