As Long As You Love Me ( A Zayn Malik Romance Story)

HeartBreaker

Zayn was going through it.
Naila would not answer his calls.

He went to her apartment and she wouldn't answer the door.

The next day he had gone to the studio to find out that she had booked the first flight to New Orleans and literally left everything she owned in her apartment.

His heart felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. He just wanted her back.

It had been three months since she had left his world and he wasn't sure he wanted to be in it anymore.

He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep. A part of him had been ripped away from him.

He knew that he was struggling and he couldn't take the pain any longer. He had to give up.
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"Zayn Malik has announced his departure from the band One Direction. He gave no reason for the sudden leave. Sources say his breakup from the model Naila has really torn him up. Whatever the case may be, we hope the singer comes to his senses."

Naila's head whipped towards the TV as she heard the report.

She hoped it wasn't true and just rumors.

Regardless of anything, she loved Zayn and knew singing was his passion and that he loved being in the band.

Her heart skipped a beat seeing his face again on TV.

He was slimmer and had shaved his head. She could see his deep amber eyes held no joy in them anymore and that he never smiled.

The longing she felt made her want to cry.

When she left it was all on impulse. She didn't think but by the time she made it home her pride wouldn't let her go back.

It didn't help that she ignored all of his calls, what could she even say after three months?

And yet she never changed her number, she wanted him to knock on her door and whisk her away because she knew regardless she say yes.

She missed him so much. It didn't even make sense.

He admitted to never wanting to be with her.

And he had a baby on the way.

A baby.

She still didn't know how to feel about that.

Love.

It was a small word, and yet such a big feeling.

She was wrapped in a monsoon of emotions.

Little did she know, it was gonna blow over soon.
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"Zayn you sure about this?" Harry asked.

Zayn nodded.
His face was expressionless.
Harry hadnt seen him like this since his grandpa died and it was a scary time frame.

Zayn was an emotional person; when he loved, he loved hard.

When he told Harry that he liked Naila, Harry was willing to back immediately because he knew that Zayn was serious.

He wasn't someone who just had meaningless crushes. With that being said, if Zayn decided to like someone its because he knew they were worth liking.

Harry knew that Zayn was reeling from the loss of Naila and he hated to see him this way, which was all the more reason why he was willing to help him with getting her back.

He followed Zayn into the airport without another word.
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"Naila! Get the door! I'm in the bathroom!"

Naila got up with a chuckle at her obnoxious sister.

The door opened and her eyes met haunted amber eyes.

Her knees went weak and his arms wrapped around her preventing her fall.

They both had stopped breathing at their proximity just taking each other in again.

She came to her senses first, stepping out of his arms and away from him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

Her heart was pounding; this was what she dreamed of since she stepped foot in her mother's house again.

"Naila. I need you. I'm here because I need you. I'll give up anything to have you back in my arms again.
If you want me to stay in New Orleans for the rest of my life I will. I just need you. You're my everything. I can't live without you. I'm dying without you. I'll give it all up. I'm giving it all up because I had to come to you."

She was taken aback. He was even skinnier than he looked on television, his eyes were a little sunken in and though he didn't look skeletal, his bones were more prominent than before.

"Naila... What you heard me say was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean that I didn't want you. I didn't mean that you were a rebound. You're not and I know that. I knew that then. With Tiffany being pregnant I was stressing out on how to tell you, so when I said I wished we weren't together its because I didn't want you to be in this mess. Harry liked you in the beginning and I knew of his player ways and I didn't want him to hurt you but I ended up hurting you the most. I'm so fucking sorry Naila. When I lost you I lost my soul."
He said pleading.

His chest was on fire because he had no idea what she would say.

He was scared.

She was his life and it was hanging in the balance.

Naila stood there silent for a while.

It was so much at once.

She knew just by looking at him he was telling the truth but she didn't want to give in so easily.

"You have to work for me back Zayn. I cant just let you back so easily."

He took a step closer towards her.

"Naila I am literally willing to do anything and everything for you just because you said so. Just please say you'll have me again. Please."

"Yes Zayn. I'll have you." She said.

She couldn't help the slight smile on her face as his eyes lit up for the first time she'd seen and his face broke out into his handsome boyish smile she had fallen so deeply in love with.

He kissed her before she could protest lifting her small frame into his arms and her back against the wall.

His kiss was full of need and desperation filling all of senses and clouding her entire mind.

And yet, all she could do was return the kiss with equal fire and reckless abandon.

He pulled away from her to stare deep within her eyes.

"I cannot wait to make love to you."
His voice was maybe an octave lower and his eyes were heavy with lust.

Her mouth opened with a gasp as he captured it again.

Guys I'm back, three whole years later and I'm so freaking sorry for that! But I will be writing more frequently again and I hope you enjoyed this update.

Aiyana.