Our Secret-A Zerrie Fanfic

Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

"Cmon babe! Pick up your phone!"

"Look I'm sorry alright, that guy just had to push my buttons!"

"You can't blame me for being protective of you! That's only because I love you!"

"What do you expect me to do or say when I see someone all over my girl?!"

"Dang Perrie, you're still giving me the silent treatment?!"

"Babe, just think in my perspective for a moment, please."

"I've gotta go. I'm sorry and I hope you won't be too mad."

These were just some of the many messages that Zayn had spammed my phone with. An hour after he had ignored his promise to me and started picking a fight with The Wanted members again he had called me up which I obviously, ignored his call. Ever since then he had been ringing me non-stop repeatedly, blindly hoping that I would actually give in and pick up his call.

After reading all these messages I have to admit I went soft a little and contemplated answering the phone the next time he called. I guess I could close one eye on his behaviour.

The doorbell interrupted by thoughts and I hurriedly got off the bed to answer the door, hitting my hip against the doorframe on my way. I swung the door open while rubbing my hip, not taking any notice of who was at the door.

"Hey babe I'm really--- What's wrong babe?" My head shot up and I was greeted with Zayn's concern filled eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible and I turned around to head back up to my room. He grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Babe, cmon. I said I'm sorry I mean the sight of them.." I swiftly turned around to give him a glare which shut him up. "Ok alright look babe, I'm sorry." I could sense the sincerity in his eyes and I tried to hide the grin creeping on my face but I failed.

"It's alright. Just, don't do that again. You need to start thinking about your bandmates."

"I know I know and I'm sorry I will steer clear of their paths from now on alright. This time I'll keep my promise."

"Good. What brings you here?"

"It's time for you to pack up!"

"Pack up?" I was confused, he just sprang up on me and ordered me to pack up. Were we going for a vacation? I mean I would love to but then again I have work commitments.

"We're moving over to the new house silly! They've called and said it was ready. Thank you for the little graffiti room babe, it was like you read my mind, I really wanted an art room."

"I'm relieved and glad. Wait till you see it! I hope you like it."

I had origially planned the decorations of the house but I gave up halfway because I felt it was too much work so I had to hire a interior desginer, much to the amusement of Zayn.

"I'm sure I'll love it babe. Let's go, I'll help you pack up. We'll just pack the more important stuff first and we can bring the rest to our house over the course of time." We had just grab a couple of stuff and headed over to the house.

"Are you ready?" Zayn asked me as we stood on the porch of our new house. New house, new beginnings, new step in our relationship. I clutched his hand and whispered "I can't wait to see how this house turns out."

The house had been completely made over, I could barely remember how empty the house had looked like originally.

The living room had those really huge dirty white leather L-shaped sofa with a huge flat screen facing it. The windows were covered with long thick white curtains draping down and the lights were yellowish, creating a soothing atmosphere.