To Be Shelved

Chapter Four

My phone buzzed in my lap. I put my tea cup on the table next to me and read the text.

-Zayn

hey babe. want to try again tonight?(;

I snorted.

-You

never in your wildest dreams.

(A/N see what i did there?)

-Zayn

come on sugar, you know you miss me.

The only thing i missed was his badass, 'dont fuck with me' vibe. it made me feel safe, yet dangerous at the same time.

-You

leave me alone.

-Zayn

fine babe, but txt me when you want me(;

That would be, never.

I sighed and took a sip of my tea. Why does this keep happening to me? First Thomas, and now Zayn. I gulped from my cup and started to get up. Just as quick as I got up, I fell back down again, cradling my head. The dizziness was overwhelming and I passed out. The last thing I heard was my tea cup dropping on the hardwood floor and shattering.

I shook my head as I finally came to and regretted it. I still had a pounding headache, although I wasn't as dizzy. I swung my head to glance out the window.

"Snow!" I excitedly declared. I slowly stood up and found a bottle of Advil. I took two and did a once over in the mirror. After taming my hair and fixing some smudges in my makeup, I deemed myself acceptable to be seen in public.

I soon found myself walking down the streets of Paris, my headache gone and feeling wonderful. Although my head wasn't in pain, it was slightly difficult to walk. I was stumbling over little things, like cracks in the sidewalk and pebbles. I slowed to peer into the window if a cafe I had never seen before. It looked homey and it looked as if the few people inside were enjoying their mugs of steaming liquid. I stepped inside and breathed in the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon.

I ordered a pumpkin spice cappuccino, as that is what the waitress recommended. I sat at a booth in the far corner of the cafe, right against a window.

"Here is your coffee, miss." A waiter with a heavy French accent carefully handed me my mug. I thanked him and pressed a dollar bill into his gloved hand as a tip. He nodded and smiled at me before he gracefully walked away.

Sipping at my cappuccino, I let myself fall into deep thought. I thought if Thomas, usually gentle and soft spoken, driving so rashly and being harsh with his words and actions. I thought of Zayn, how he seemed so nice, although flirty, and how quickly he turned abusive. I wondered if I would ever find somebody who would stay by my side through thick and thin, without complaint. I suppose it was a lot to ask, for a girl who has treacherous luck with relationships.