P.O.V. Callie
- Who’s there? I said, hearing another voice behind the door.
- Open me, please.
Wait, what? Why was he here? I opened the door to face Luke. I jumped in his arms and started to cry more and more.
- Shhh. Said Luke, rubbing my back. Listen, I’m here for you, Callie. He shouldn't have done that. He could’ve said no but he would’ve been in troubles. You have to talk to him to, at least, try to solve the problem.
- I don’t want to, Luke. I don’t wanna see his damn face again.
- You don’t have to right now. But you’ll have to one day.
- Where is he?
- The boys are all in the kitchen or in the lobby downstairs.
- What? Is Zayn in the kitchen?
- No, don’t worry.
I started to think that maybe Luke was right. I had to talk to Zayn. After all, I liked him a lot and maybe, if he really had to, I could forgive him. I looked at Luke before heading to the lobby. When the door of the elevator opened, I saw Harry and Ashton talking in the middle of the lobby. Ashton turned his head to look at me.
- Callie? He said, with a surprised look on his face.
He looked at me, then looked beside him at something I couldn’t see. I made my way to him to see what he was looking at. When I turned around, I saw a gorgeous blonde girl kissing a tall, tanned guy. Wait. A tall tanned guy? Zayn?
- ZAYN? I yelled as I clenched my fists.
Zayn pulled away from the girl and looked at me. He pushed her and ran to me, his eyes wide open.
- Callie, honey! He said, trying to please me.
- Fuck off, Zayn. We’re done. I was about to give you a second chance but you clearly have no respect for me. You show up at MY flat with that girl and you dare to kiss her? In a place where there is no paparazzi? WHAT WERE YOU FUCKING THINKING ABOUT?
- I’m sorry, baby! Forgive me. Can we talk for a second?
- Why would we? It’s over.
- Can I just talk to you? I don’t wanna change your mind. I just want to talk.
- FINE. Let’s talk.
- Come here.
I followed him to a quiet spot. I was walking behind him, trying to remain calm when all I wanted to do is kick his freaking ass.
- Listen, Callie. I’ll explain you everything. Pat’s band is touring with us and my manager told me I had to ‘date’ her for a while to increase their popularity. I had no choice. If I said no, I was kicked out of my own band. I’m sorry I should’ve told it to you before. And earlier, she kissed me. I didn’t. She told me she had that one kiss that everyone would believe is true so she showed me. It meant nothing, I swear. Give me one last chance, my baby. I love you so much.
He said I love you. He said it. I started to cry and crashed into him as he hugged me.
- I don’t deserve these kind of stuff, Zayn. I told you I wasn’t ready for this. I can’t deal with the paparazzi and the rumors.
- Listen, from now on, if you see something in the magazines, don’t believe it until you talk to me. Does that sound like a deal?
- Okay… deal. I said, wiping away the tears on my skin.
He slowly put his fingers on my cheek as he looked at me deep into the eyes. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. I slowly kissed back, putting my arms around his neck. His hands were remaining on my waist, pulling me closer.
- I love you, Callie Lord.
- I love you too, Mr. Malik.
