misfits // z.m

ch. 2 || white labels

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there's some use of bad language in here, so sorry if that offends you in some way? D:

sorry for the long wait, but i've been away with my friend and didn't have much time to update until now,

and i am extra sorry for the way i portrayed Perrie: I love Perrie, but I need her to act a certain way for this chapter c:

ps: the 1st half of the chapter is ZAYN'S pov, and the 2nd half is THALIA'S pov

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II. white labels

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The glove was relatively dwarfed by my own hand, and I turned over the outside to see the small, white label on the interior of the black glove.

My eyes fell to the black ink on the label which read Thalia Harris.

Thalia Harris, I repeated in my head.

I woke up to an empty apartment; one which I now shared with Niall and Liam.

Yawning, I rolled onto my side and looked at my phone.

It was 10:54am and I already had four missed calls.

Considering my phone was on vibrate, I must have been really tired not to have noticed the phone calls.

Pressing the redial button, I took in a deep breath and braced myself to hear the voice of my ex-fiancé.

"Zayn, where have you been?" She asked in her thick, Geordie accent.

I found myself rolling my eyes as I cleared my throat, "Sleeping. How about you?"

I released a quiet yawn as I scratched my head, waiting for her reply.

With a long sigh, Perrie responded, "Zayn, I know that you're annoyed with me. But you know I'd never want anyone other than you: I was just lonely."

"Bullshit; if you were so lonely, why couldn't you meet me? We were engaged, Perrie! What happened to the trust I had for you?" Looking down at my hand, I began balling it into a fist.

"Zayn, we can try again. I'm ready to forgive you if you can forgive me."

I frowned, snorting, "Forgive me? What have I done?"

"I know that I can be a better girlfriend. I can be your wife like we planned, if you'll give me one last chance." She persuaded.
I frowned at my bedside table, like it was Perrie and she could see me.

I wanted nothing more than to kiss her pink lips and stare into her big and beguiling eyes.
I wanted to kiss her rosy cheeks and run my fingers through her silky hair.
...I wanted to forgive her.

I composed myself and opened my mouth, "No. I'm not letting you hurt me again, Perrie. It's best if we go our separate ways. At least, for now. I'm sure we'll find people that we can really devote ourselves to."
My tongue moved along my lips as I whispered, "Goodbye, Perrie."

And just like that, it was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
My lips curved up into a sad smile as I exhaled.

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[Thalia's POV]

"No, Tommy, you can't eat that!" I ran across the messy kitchen to restrain the five year old from eating crayons.

My eyes darted across the room to see that Pippa had started flinging her noodles against the wall, clapping her grubby hands in delight.

I, flustered and sick of my babysitting job, released a shriek. "Pippa! Stop that!"

Climbing to the cupboard, I pulled it open and found the bowl of lollies, grabbing two as a bribe for the toddlers.

"Here, Tommy, have a lollipop." I proffered it with an over-enthusiastic grin on my face; a smile so big I worried it may tear my mouth in two.

He gladly accepted and dropped the crayons. I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Pippa.

Once the two had settled down, I scooped each one up in my arms and sat them on the kitchen counter, wiping their hands and sticky faces.

A plan formed in my mind and I smiled at the wide eyed children.

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"Remind me to never take on another babysitting job again." I typed away to my best friend Dana as I watched Tommy and Pippa play in the park.

I was usually glad to mind children, but these two were nightmares and seemed intent on driving me up the wall.

I adjusted the scarf around my neck and crossed one leg over the other, sliding my hand into my pocket and rummaging around for my gloves.

The leaves had converted from the deepest green to the sweetest ochre yellow, and to each hue in between. I squished a few beneath my boot and kept a wary eye on the children who had a tendency to wander.

A tingle rushed down my spine and was followed by a murmured, "Are you looking for something?"

I squinted and guided my eyes up towards the tall figure before me.

At first glance, he looked rough - a little dark.

Then, I realised, "Are you?-"

"Zayn Malik? Yeah." He shrugged, like every introduction began like this.
"You dropped this yesterday. I tried to give it back to you, but you ran off."

I averted my eyes from him and reached for the glove, feeling dumb, and vaguely surprised that he would return it. "Well, thank you."

"You have a lovely name." He gave me a smile, indicating to the label of the glove.

I gave him a smile, "Thanks." Not sure what to say next, I tried thinking of something.

When I thought of nothing, I leaned forward and spoke, "It's been nice meeting you, Zayn Malik. I'm kind of looking after two little rascals at the moment, so I have to go." He stepped back as I stood up, reuniting my gloves in my coat pocket.

"Kids?" He did a double take, like I was the mother. I blushed and began to open my mouth to explain. "You mean those ones over there?" He pointed in the distance and I gasped, spotting the two children by the fountain.

"Shit! I'd better go."

"You sure you don't need a hand catching them?"

I nodded, uncomfortable in my boots and oversized coat.

Zayn smirked, "Fair enough. Good luck," and turned on his heel.

I cautiously watched him, flicking my eyes from him to Tommy and Pippa.

"Uh, Zayn!" He turned around with raised eyebrows.

I sheepishly grinned, "Maybe I could do with some help, actually."

His lips tilted upwards into a smile, eyes perusing my features for a little while, lingering. He gave me a slight nod, "That's more like it."

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