Chapter 5
Zayn watched her quick retreat. He was stunned by her words. He wanted to run after her, but part of him knew he needed to let her be. For now.
His heart was still torn in two. He needed her so much. And after seeing her today, he realized how much he needed her in his life.
He ran his hands through his wet hair in frustration. His entire body ached at watching her walk away. He felt tears of his own in his eyes.
He quickly brushed them away and headed down the sidewalk. He didn’t really know where to go at that moment. He knew where he wanted to be. But she was scared at the moment.
Tia hurried as fast as she could down the street. The rain continued to pour down on her. She didn’t really care. She practically raced to her apartment and hurried inside. Her heart racing and aching at the same time.
Once inside of her door, she stood with her back to it and slid down. She pulled her knees to her chest and the floodgates opened. She hated to admit it but the stress of the photo shoot nearly did her in.
Seeing him. Touching him. Kissing him in the rain.
Every emotion poured out of her. She glanced up at the mantel and burst into tears once again.
Pictures of her and Zayn lined the entire shelf. She didn’t have the heart to put them away. They reminded her of the pain that she had caused to him and herself.
Her entire apartment reminded her of him. Mementos from trips. Letters he had written to her.
It was too much for her to bear at the moment She stood up and quickly rushed out of her apartment.
Knock knock.
“Who is it?”
“Hazzah, open up, please.” Zayn said. Leaning his head on the door. He was drunk. Stone cold drunk.
He had wandered into a bar and proceeded to drink his worries away. He didn’t know what else to do.
“Zayn?” he stumbled in as Harry opened the door.
Harry held out his arms and caught him before he hit the ground. “Are you drunk?”
“I think so.” He said. Trying to smile, but couldn’t bring the corners of his mouth up.
Harry helped him over to the couch and Zayn let his head fall back.
