Letters to Zayn

Chapter 15

Zayn immediatelly grabbed his pants and shirt, put it on, rushing to the bathroom to freshen up. I was in utter shock. Moments ago he swore me he loved me and now he was running away for another girl. He wouldn't have lied to me like that, would he?

I couldn't take any more lying in bed, got out of it and ran to the bathroom to wait until Zayn comes out and explains to me what's going on while looking straight into my eyes.

As he comes out he kind of seems surprised to see me. Did he already forget that he was with me, in my house? Or did he expect me to just lay in bed and do something like trusting him regardless of the situation? Which leads me to thinking that maybe I should've, but I didn't and now I want to hear the truth.

"So where are you  going at 10pm of the night?" I say trying not to sound like a freaky girlfriend because I'm not even a girlfriend to him, Perrie is.

"I'm so sorry, I can't even imagine how it makes you feel about all that's going on, you don't deserve this. I have to end everything with Perrie for some quite obvious reasons and I can't do it over the phone. So I'll get a private plane to fly me to London right now, I'll be there in the middle of the night, but Perrie is so worried about everything that's going on that she agreed to meet early in the morning."

He started walking towards the door, ready to leave me for good, but I had to stop him. Maybe I was too sleepy to understand or just not smart enough, but I had to hear the full explanation.

"What obvious reasons do you mean? Doesn't seem that obvious to me."

He came closer to me, put his firm but soft palm on my face, looked into my eyes and said "Because I love you, Rebecca. Never forget that, because that's never going to change" Zayn kissed me on the forehead and ran towards his car.

Not sure why, but even now, when Zayn was so close to me, and all my fears seem to be pointles, I feel the need to write a letter. And that is what I do.

Dear Zayn,

You just left. Feels stupid to be writing a letter to you, but it always did, so it's nothing new.  I could just text you, but I don't want to crowd your head that way, you already have important stuff to do, I can just babble about my feelings on this paper, I'm sure you wouldn't mind.

 Just minutes ago, when you touched my face and told me you loved me, it felt like the first time you've ever said that. Maybe every time you'll say it it'll feel like the first time. Might be because when you stare into my eyes like that I feel that you really do mean every word you are saying. I can physically feel my heart getting warm. My hands are the right ones to put your heart to.

I know I've always been scared of such responsibility, cause it's no joke to be taking care of someone's heart, but I know that I would never ever do anything to hurt you again. Once was more than enough.

I still can't wrap my head around it, why did I ever let you go like that? I must have known that you'd have no trouble getting another girlfriend, you being one of a kind.

But I guess it doesn't really matter anymore, after all you chose me, you told me you love me. Maybe this is our happy ending? I really hope so.

Good night,my love.

Rebecca

When I woke up next morning all the internet was buzzing with one headline : "Zayn caught cheating on his girlfriend Perrie with some girl from Glasgow" and the whole article is about him trying to prove Perrie that it's not true and that he's trying to get her back. Maybe this wasn't our happy ending after all.