Broken [Dark Zayn Malik Fanfic] *UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter One: The break up (How everything started)

I flattered my eyelids open trying to adjust my vision in the dark room. I extended my arm hoping to be greeted by her small figure snuggled next to me, but instead my hand trailled at the cold fabric of the sheets. I sat up rubbing my eyes as I tried to figure out what time it was.

"Perrie?" I called out, waiting for an answer.

Silence.

"Perrie?" I said louder this time. I rolled out of the bed and I lazily made my way downstairs. I saw her sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, her back facing me.

"Good morning." I greeted her and I peeked a small kiss on her cheek.

"Morning." She said flatly, continuing munching on a pancake bite.

"Please don't tell me you're still mad from yesterday. Pez, you know it's nothing. She was just a fan..." I signed and I reached out for the cupboard taking my favorite mug out pouring coffee. She stayed silent for a while before speaking.

"I think we should break up." She said sternly before looking up at me. My hands paralyzed at the sound of her voice causing the cup to fall. Hot coffee and glasses were all over the kitchen marble floor.

"What?" I asked hoping that I've misheard her words.

"You heard me." She said coldly and took a sip of her tea not flincing.

"This is stupid, Pez!" I took a step closer. "You know how fans are!"

"It's not about the fan, Zayn!" She raised her voice. "It's about me. I can't stand this anymore."

"What can't you stand? Me?!" I yelled at her.

"This whole thing. I'm dying in this relationship Zayn!I don't feel the same way anymore. My love for you it's over..." She mumbled the last words burying her face on her hands as a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

I stood there frozen not knowing how to react. Her last words, ripped my heart off. I felt a weight on my chest and my head was pounding. I wanted to scream but the words weren't forming. 

"I'm sorry Zayn..." She spoke without making eye contact with me. "It's the best for both of us."

"But I love you..." I mumbled finally finding the strength to form the words I've been meaning to say. I felt my vision becoming blurrier by the second as I blinked my tears away, not wanting to look vulnerable in front of her. 

She stood up taking a few steps closer to me before her hands cupped my face. She lifted her gaze looking at me as if she was studying my features and left a soft kiss in the corner of my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Zayn. It's the best for both of us." She whispered and stood on her tip toes resting her head on my forehead, our noses touching. My breath was caught on my throat as I closed my eyes trying to contain my emotions. 

"I'm sorry..." She kept whispering, her hot breath hitting my now dry lips.

"No!" I slapped her hands away. "You're not sorry!" I yelled pointing at her.

"Zayn, please don't act like that..." She said crossing her arms on her chest.

"Oh! And how am I supposed to act?" I said mimicking her voice. I took a few steps backwards as I began pacing up and down the room shaking my head. 

"When you relax, you'll understand why I'm doing this." She said calmly.

"Save it! I know why you did this. Like you said, your love for me is over." I wiped the tears that were forming in the corner of my eyes away. I stopped pacing fixing my gaze into her eyes. Her once vivid blue eyes were now lifeless, staring back at me emotionless. I was hoping she would say something to me, maybe even walking at me wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me lovingly, telling me that she was sorry and she didn't mean any of this. Instead, she said nothing. She just walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs to the bedroom. I slowly made my way to the living room and I sat down on the couch, burrying my face to my hands sobbing. A few minutes passed by as I heard her soft footsteps down the stairway stopping right at my spot. I felt her soft hand on my bare shoulder, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I slapped it away and I wiped my tears quickly before clearing my throat.