Misspelled Love. [Zayn Malik fanfic]

Chapter 6

Okay!!!! So my friends really wanted me to update the story again :) And I got inspired to update again too lol. SO FREAKING SORRY TO JIA BECAUSE I HAVENT UPDATED THIS IN LIKE 2 MONTHS SO IM SORRY HAHA. love you babes xxxx

P.S.: Jia's (Zayn's girlfriend in the story) picture is on the right side so you can know her face hehe :)

JIA'S POV 

After the whole party shit, I decided to head home. I know its a bit dangerous to walk alone when you're a little tipsy and it's 11 in the evening. But it's all worth it just to get away from Zayn. That jerk, I gave him almost my everything and I knew from the start that he was a bad boy. But not all of him was that bad. He was also good, and that side was that side no one else could see but ME. 

I am now four blocks away from my house, and wow I am so tired. Thank God no one had decided to come out of the dark alley and rape me or like make fun of me. All I have in my head right now is what Zayn had done. He knew he has me. We can kiss whenever he wants at the bar, why did he had to kiss Perrie? And most and foremost, HOW? 

Getting the key from my jacket's pocket, I quickly unlock the door and stumble to see my mother laid on the sofa and sleeping and snoring tightly. I walk up to her quietly and kiss her on her forehead and mouthed, "I love you Mom." I head upstairs to get changed and bathe myself. This was such a long night. As much as I wanna call or text Zayn right now, I restrained myself from doing so. I knew it wasn't the right time - just yet. 

As I got done brushing the strandsof my hair infront of the mirror, I check the time on my phone and it's 12:15am. I stood up from my chair, and I went under the sheets. I laid down there for a while, looking at the ceiling. Nothing much. I know deep inside of me I miss Zayn. I miss being with him and just cuddle as long as we wanted to. But, it is for the best that we both stay away from each other for now. I sigh deeply and I fell asleep. 

** 

The next morning, I had the worst headache of my life. My eyes were crying through the pain. I moan a little as I woke up, and I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and got down to eat breakfast. I wasn't such a morning person to be honest. I HATED MORNINGS. But then again, I always wake up around 9:00am and still I complain why mornings bothered me so much. I grab a bowl from the cabinet and turn over to go to the refrigerator to grab the cereals and milk. 

I munch the cereal on my mouth, til I heard footsteps coming near to me. 

"Morning sweetie," my Mom greeted while scratching her eyes. 

"Morning," I greeted back then ate a spoonful of cereals. 

My mom grabbed a chair beside me and kept looking at me for no reason. It got on my nerves a little, and it is not a nice thing to do if you're going to irritate me in the morning. 

"What?" I asked, annoyance in my voice.

"Nothing sweetheart. It's like, you seem sad." She answered. 

My mom knows me too well. She knows when I'm really happy and when I'm really sad. But I denied it, I didn't want her to know about Zayn and I didn't want her to worry. 

"Nah. Don't worry about it. Chill." I reassure her. 

I finished my bowl of cereal and I got up to change myself and maybe visit the neighborhood in a while. I didn't really like going outside, only if necessary. 

The weather today was perfect, it was sunny and it was drizzling a bit - the type of weather I like the most. So I'll bring up about that Zayn topic again. I had him all day in my mind. I wish he was here to walk with me, and kiss and intertwine our fingers together. I just wanna be with him....

I got distracted from my own thoughts as I notice the sky getting dark. It was already 6:00pm. I walk (or mostly run) to my house. I didn't really like this feeling inside of me walking alone in the dark...it was strange, somehow. 

No spared time, I got home quickly. I love my home - it is where I can relax and do anything I want or maybe even look ugly without caring. This is where I feel loved. Anyway, I got up to my room, not making much noises. Me and my room has shared a lot of secrets. Like, where I can get naked, or where me and Zayn can snuggle or do a make-out session. Lol. 

My back laid on my comfy bed, I read a John Green book titled "The Fault In Our Stars". This book is amazing as ever, and I will never get tired of re-reading it. John Green and Nicholas Sparks are really good authors and I hope to meet them one day. My eyes are really focused on the book and THE book only. Nothing else. I was making myself busy. I did a little humming and singing while reading the piece of literature I am holding. 

When I got to the part where Augustus Waters (the boyfriend of Hazel Grace - the protagonist) is dying. I hated this part most, because it made me cry and to think that the fictional character Hazel Grace is gonna live alone. But as my eyes started to become teary, I heard a knock on my little window. Someone was peeking in there. CRAP!!

My heartbeat became more fast than ever, and I was just really curious to know who was that knocking on my window. And why though. Being a stubborn girl I am, I opened the window. 

And you can never guess who was it. IT WAS THE ONE AND ONLY ZAYN MALIK. The boy I love; and the only boy I will love more than anything even though he's a dumbass. 

"Zayn?" I asked him. 

Zayn was panting , like he was tired. I couldn't really tell what happened to him since I can't see his face because it was already dark. He then went inside my room, still not explaining what happened to him, I walk up beside him at my bed where he sat down. 

"Zayn? What happened?" I know I am still mad at him, but I love him. I have eaten my pride for him; because I love him. And he loves me too. 

Zayn took a deep breath before he talked. 

"I....i'm broken Jia." His voice cracked up. Did he messed up again? 

As I examined his face carefully, I saw that he has bruices all over his face. He was bleeding as hell. Blood started rushing through my veins, anxiety filling me up. I knew Zayn got beaten up by someone. 

"Ha-ha-how did this happen? Who-who did this?!" My voice raising up. I was mad. 

He closed his eyes and sighed. "Perrie's boyfriend. He did this last night at the party. After you left he and his ass friends beat the crap out of me." 

I cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth. What a d*ck is Perrie's boyfriend and his friends. My eyes are now starting to cry, and I held his cheek with my palm. He was warm. 

"Shh, shhhhh. Don't cry." Zayn pleaded as he took off the tear in my left cheek using his finger. He hated to see me crying infront of him. 

I sniffed. "No. Only if I didn't get jealous or if maybe I let you explain you wouldn't have gotten beaten up." It was all my fault. 

Zayn tried to sit straight right from his previous position. He pushed back some of my hair into the back of my ear. He put his hand on the back of my head, and he pulled my face closer to his. 

"You're my girl. I will always love you." Zayn reminded me. 

And without any circumstances, he closed the distance between me and him. Our lips reuniting once more. I loved this feeling. I loved this effect he had on me - it was scary. But this bad boy infront of me, he has a good heart. And that's why I love him. 

The kiss gotten more deep. He tongue is entering my lips. My body was tingling. Zayn started to intertwine our fingers and sparks flew. I missed this feeling. 

I break the kiss to catch my breath, and we were both gasping for air. I was smiling at him and he was smirking. He rubbed his lower lip to see if our perfect kiss was real. And so enough, it was. 

As the silence got in, I broke it. 

"I love you Zayn Malik," I said as he pulled me closer to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It was perfect.