United/ sequel to Departed ZM

The Proposal

10 MONTHS LATER

20th DECEMBER

9:00 PM

Last 20 months with Zayn had been the best 20 months of my life. Everything has changed. It has changed for good. 8 years ago, I fell in love with a boy. A boy who I thought was never going to be mine. I gave up on us. I never thought that I would ever see him again. I never thought i would be able to meet him again, hug him again or kiss him again.

When he left, he turned my world upside down. I wanted to be dead because he was the one who gave me life. People told me not to be affected so much by just one guy. But he wasn't just one guy to me. To me he was the only one. Because I loved him.

Getting him back in my life was the best turn my life ever took. Sure being with him had its own pros and cons. The night I first danced with him was the best dance I ever had and the first time we kissed was the best kiss of my life. Eventhough I did not have anyone to compare him with. After that incident happened, I thought I lost myself. I thought that he was gonna leave me. And to be honest, why would anyone want to stay with a girl who was raped. But he stayed. He stayed by my side and patiently waited.

Over the time, my love for him has only become stronger. The spark, the love, the desire between us has not died down. The way he treats me, the way he pampers me, the way he smothers me with gifts and kisses, the way he touches me, its all too different. Its not normal. Its perfect. Its beyond perfect.

He is my perfect imperfectionist.

Sure we had fights and arguments. He even made me cry sometimes but in the end he is the one who comes and cheers me up. His love for me never faded away. Last month we had a huge fight. He got angry and asked me to get out of the house and out of his life and leave him alone out of nowhere. But our love was so strong that our fight didn't even last a day. We fought in the morning, I cried all day and by the evening we were back to normal. That is how we worked. Never fighting and just sticking together with each other. Because fighting was not our cup of tea. It did not suit us. Being the mushy and all too sweet couple was more like our thing.

I think about all the people who told me to hate him for what he did to me. Sometimes I thank them for trying to make me hate him. Rebelling against them made me love him more. But at the end, he is the best thing that ever happened to me. I mean who thought that 8 years later, I would be sitting in a shared apartment with my boyfriend who would be none other than the only guy I ever loved.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the front door opening. In walked Zayn looking somewhat.........tensed?

" Hey babe." i greeted him.

" Hey." he mumbled and walked straight towards the bedroom.

" All okay?" i asked him following him upstairs because something was definitely bothering him.

" Uh yeah."

" Zayn?" I questioned him as he opened the door to our bedroom.

" Don't you get it? I am fine. Okay? Now please stop following me and please don't disturb me. Don't bother to come in even." he yelled and closed the door in my face, locking it.

Tears pricked my eyes because he never yelled at me. Why would he come home and start yelling at me just like that. Nope. That's not allowed. Slight anger filled me as a tear slipped down my eye and I stomped down the stairs and straightway to the bar counter. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a glass of it, chucking it down at once.

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1 HOUR LATER

Right now I was sitting on the third step of the staircase with my face burried in my hands trying to think of everything I could have done to piss hi off but nothing came to my mind. I mean why?