Love Drought | z.m ✔️

10; catching feelings.

✨Well here comes the sun, And you're in my arms, And my denial keeps me on the edge of the chance that you'll stay through the night. ✨

•HER POV•

"Jeez, you need to loosen up sis." Omar says and Zayn nods in agreement.

"No, you need to get your arses out of here, and you know what? I'm not cleaning behind you either, you both will clean it!" I get out of the room and slam the door behind me. they've been in this stupid ass room for ages, and they legit do nothing all th but fucking day, how unproductive.

Omar is supposed to leave tomorrow and he still didn't find a buyer for the house, and I still didn't find an apartment in NYC to live in, I've searched some online but I didn't like any of them.

Also, Zayn is leaving by Tuesday, I only have couple of days to spend with him. I don't understand this shit, when he came here I wanted him out as soon as possible but now I just got used to his presence, even though he seemed like the biggest douchebag to be around when he first got here but he's honestly the opposite, he always entertains me, makes me laugh, helps me making food, he even painted with me couple of times, I never knew he can draw too, he's multitalented I guess.

I've been denying my feelings for him for too long, who am I fooling, I've always got jealous when college hoes were all over him back in the old days, no matter how hard I try to convince myself that I don't like Zayn, I actually do, and it might be something more than just liking him.

But he probably doesn't give a fuck about me, I mean isn't it obvious enough? He never sleeps beside me after sex, he also told me that he'd act all sweet and whatever shit a girl would want, and to not consider us a thing.

I rub my face and sigh, I'm overthinking too much shit, I've had my period couple of days ago, this is probably why I'm frustrated most of the time.

*

"This was not a good idea." I mumble to myself. After lashing out on Zayn and Omar, they both did clean the room and even made lunch, then Omar decided that it's a good idea to go in a late picnic and do some swimming in the lake.

So here I am, not swimming because of period, but watching these two dorks doing the best thing they're good at, being dorks.

I look up at the sky, it's clear, a beautiful mixture of blue and little yellows, since the sun is about to set.

My eyes dart back to Zayn, he's laughing at something probably ridiculous Omar said, I take my phone out and take a picture of them, both smiling so wide. I love this, I love being around people I love, I love seeing the people I love being happy.

I try to ignore the fact that I said 'love' and included Zayn, I mean, whatever I feel for him, whether it's something deep or not; sure as hell feel like love. I shake my head again, trying to not overthink like usual.

Omar gets out of the water, I keep my eyes on Zayn, he looks pretty cute (and dorky) when he's trying to not go too deep in the water since he isn't that much of a swimmer.

"Hand me the towel!" I hand Omar his towel and he dries himself quickly as sits beside me.

He sighs deeply but not the pleasant-deep kind of sigh, more like one full of tiredness.

"What's wrong?" I turn my head to look at him.

Before Omar could answer me, Zayn interrupts us, Hand me my towel too!" I give it to him, he dries himself quickly and sits beside Omar, he takes a cart and searches in it, most likely for food.

I turn my attention back at Omar, Zayn looks too busy to pay attention to us, so I usher him to talk.

"It's that I really really need the money now, I left Raya who might give birth at any moment now, I was looking for some buyers for the house but no one is willing to buy it since it's in this town, it's basically useless." I wanted to ask him where the hell did he waste the money dad gave him before he passed away but it's pretty useless now.