Finding Zayn >> p.e/z.m (EDITING)

41 || Final Chapter

Fourty-One || Final Chapter

FINAL CHAPTER

P E R R I E

It was him. Standing infront of our car, looking at us like we tried to kill him.

"Eleanor.." I breathed out, "Am I dreaming?.."

"This is real right?" Eleanor stared at him, "This is your Zayn? Is he actually real?"

"I think this is as real as it gets.." I mumured.

Eleanor turned to me and playfully slapped my arm, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get out of the car!"

Following what she said, I pushed the car door open and hurried out quickly. Eleanor gave me a nod from inside the car, constructing the driver to go back to the parking lot - leaving us alone in the middle of the road.

By the look on her face, I knew she was going to be waiting in the car, but if she decided not to it didn't matter. It didn't matter that we were stood in the middle of the road. Nothing else mattered except for the fact that the boy of my dreams was stood infront of me.

I felt tears in my eyes as I looked into Zayn's hazel brown eyes that were staring right back at mine. He looked frozen in his position, not really knowing what to do.

"It's you" my voice barely came out as I tried to form a sentence, "Zayn..you finally showed up.."

I didn't even think whether he knew me or not. I just ran to him and wrapped my arms around his body, hugging him tightly, "I never thought I'd see you again" I mumured against his skin.

His breathing began to quicken as he slowly pushed me off him, "W-What? Who are you? How do you know me?"

I felt my heart sink, "You don't know who I am?"

He was staring at me so deeply, enough to make me fall in love with him again. Oh who was I kidding? I never moved on. Not even a bit. I'd waited for this moment for months, and now it was finally happening.

I wanted to burst into tears, I wanted to kiss him, hug him, and never let him go, tell him that I love him and I've never stopped - but at the same time I didn't want to scare him away.

"Please say something" I begged, trying to control my tears.

"I feel like.." I began.

"You feel like what?"

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere" He finished. Then he brought the bottle of wine back to his lips and took a few gulps again.

"In your dreams?" I blurted out. That was the only answer, right? If Harry can have the same dreams, then most of all Zayn should be aswell.

"My dreams?" He repeated, looking even more confused.

I sighed. I didn't think talking to him whilst he was drunk was helping at all, "Nothing"

He gave me one last look before continuing to walk away from me.

"Hey, wait!" I called quickly, following him, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know" He slurred, throwing his empty bottle towards a bin, but missing. The sound of the glass shattering caused me to jump a little. He looked at me and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry"

I felt my heart leap at his smile.

"You can't just walk wherever you please" I said, holding my arms to protect them from the coldness, "Your so drunk. You might get hit by a car"

"Like your car almost ran me over?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry about that" I felt my cheeks turn red in embarassment, "You just sort of came out of nowhere"