Make the Most of It

34. Never Again

I had no desire at all to wake up the next morning. Unfortunately, that didn't work out for me because my alarm went off, reminding me that I had a plane to catch. A plane far away from Zayn.

I woke up in Waliyha's bed and not outside in the grass, where I could've sworn I had fallen asleep. I guess Zayn must've carried me upstairs.

I trudged around the room and into the bathroom to take a shower and clean myself up. I tried so hard to stall and waste my time, but in the back of my head, I knew it was best to not waste my time.

Once I was done getting ready, I checked around Waliyha's room to make sure I hadn't left anything and then carried my bags downstairs, where everyone was already waiting for me. I put on Zayn's beanie, which I had begun to carry around everywhere with me.

Everyone except Zayn. My heart fell and I didn't want to ever move from this position. Last night was the last time I would touch Zayn. The last time I would talk to him. The last time I told him that I loved him. Because in fact, I loved him more than I could ever imagine.

Doniya had even came early in the morning from her apartment so she could come drop me off at the airport. Trisha handed me a small package of food for the trip.

"Thank you so much Trisha. For everything. I really owe you."

"No, not at all dear." She pulled me in and we hugged. Then, I got to Safaa.

"You know who you really remind me of?"

"Who?"

"Me, but ten years ago. I even have an older brother and sister."

"Twins?" I chuckled.

"Twins," I agreed, pulling her small body into my embrace. Yaser helped to take my bags out to the car, with Doniya and I following behind him. He closed the trunk and turned to me.

"I know we didn't have a proper introduction, but it was nice to meet you," I said, holding out my hand. Instead of shaking it though, he gave me a hug.

"Likewise," he replied. Then, he turned and went back into the house. As Doniya drove away, I waved goodbye to Trisha and Safaa for the last time, wishing so badly that Zayn were here. Where he gone anyway?

"You must be special," Doniya said in the car.

"Why?"

"Dad's never even talked to any of Zayn's girlfriends let alone hug them." Girlfriend. Girlfriend.

"Oh," I simply replied. "Hey um do you know where Zayn went this morning?" I asked.

"No. I just got here this morning. I think Mum said that she last saw him carrying you into Waliyha's bed."

"Hm."

"But he said bye to you yesterday right?"

"Yeah. I just wanted to see him one last time."

"Oh. Well I'm sorry I guess."

"It's not your fault," I assured her.

"Oh and I noticed you're wearing Zayn's beanie," she said. My hand shot up and tocuhed the soft fabric of it.

"Um yeah, he gave it to me to borrow when we were out in LA. I guess I forgot to give it back him."

"Good way to remember him bye, huh?"

"Yeah." I got silent again, thinking back to all the fun we had together when we were back in LA.

"Zayn said that you took all the music from his car?"