Over Again

Chapter 3

Zayn's POV

I smiled to myself as I drove to Perrie and I's flat right here in London. My luggage sat in the back seat of the car while I sat in the front, entertaining myself with my thoughts. I had everything planned.

I was going to surprise her by showing up at our flat. I'd take her out to dinner and to walk around the city. Then, when the time is right, I'll get down on one knee, ask her to marry me, and hopefully she'll say yes. I'd get to spend the rest of the weekend with my fiancé before leaving for the tour. Then I get to spend every second fantasizing about my beautiful fiancé for months. I'd be the happiest man on Earth, and no one could change that. My stunning fiancé would be the only thing that mattered to me. That simple word sent shivers down my spine.

Fiancé...

Then I started to wonder...

Why did Liam question me, asking if I was certain Perrie was the one? She had to be the one! We've been together forever! I loved her with all my heart and she love me back.

But now that I think about it, none of the lads really did like Perrie. They never said it, but you could tell. They would roll their eyes whenever we spent time together. Or, they would scoff or snicker when she spoke or whined.

I must admit, she does tend to whine. But everyone has flaws, right? That's what makes people who they are! I'm able to look past her flaws. I love her so much, I just don't understand why the boys don't either. There's nothing wrong with her! She's amazing!

Pulling up to our flat, I smiled to myself. Checking myself in the mirror one last time and deciding that I looked presentable, I got out of the car. I held a bouquet of roses in my hand that had been sitting in the passenger's seat. I felt the small box in the pocket of my black jeans. A dark blue blazer was worn over top of a white button up.

Using the key I already had, I opened the front door and walked inside. Glancing at the house, it seemed empty. All of the lights were off. Though, Perrie's car was outside. Placing the roses down on the table near the door, I turned on my heel and began walking around the house in search of my beautiful girlfriend.

After failing downstairs, I began to look upstairs. Once I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a noise. But not just any noise. No, it was the sound of a voice. A man's voice.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I followed the sound to our bedroom. Maybe Perrie is watching TV. That's a possibility, right?

Standing in front of the door, I hesitated before opening it.

Though I wish I hadn't.

Right before my eyes I saw my girlfriend making out with another guy. Perrie sat on top of him in only shorts and a bra while the guy was only in jeans. I couldn't believe it.

"Babe," The guy started. "Am I the only one you love?"

"Of course you're the only one." Perrie said before kissing him once more.

I couldn't stand it any more.

"P-Perrie?" I croaked from where I was standing. All of their attention was given to me. Perrie stared in shock. I stood there regretting ever opening this door. I didn't even try to hold back my tears.

"Perrie! Who's this?" The guy shouted.

"I'm Perrie's ex-boyfriend." I breathed out.

"You were cheating on me!" The guy accused. Looking at him, I noticed he had short blonde hair and a music note tattoo on his right arm.

"Not exactly," Perrie muttered. "I didn't cheat on you. We cheated on him."

I shook my head, hoping this is a nightmare. Realizing it wasn't, I looked back up at Perrie.