Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 13

*Recap*

 

I awoke a few hours later. I had a pounding headache and it was raining. My phone was blowing up.

I quickly looked through a few messages and alerts. One caught my eye.

Perrie and Zayn Break It Off?

What did I do?

 

*Zayn’s POV*

 

I pushed myself up from the grass, trying to recall the events that happened recently. All I remember is...ah right, all of that shit.

 

Perrie and I are prefect for each other. Can’t we just be happy together? Couldn’t this happen to Niall, for example? He was cozy with her for a good time. And also he was single. And a much better person for a criminal to be hanging around with. But it’s your Sarah... my subconscience reminded me. But Perrie! The larger side of my brain screamed.

 

I checked my pockets for my keys; I still had them. I needed to go visit Perrie. I don’t care if she slams the door in my face, I need to talk to her, need to explain.

 

I hit the alarm button and hope that I can still hear it. I barely do, its a very faint beeping noise. I’m guessing its a 10 minute walk, max.

 

As I walk towards my car, I race over things that could happen. A) Perrie sees me and refuses to talk to me. B) She let’s me talk, but seeing her so upset and sad makes me forget what I have to say. c) I have to fight my way into the apartment. D) She totally understands and forgives me.

 

I laugh at the thought of option D actually happening. She won’t forgive me, I know that. It’s almost as if I’m a freaking antelope willing going into a lion den. What the fuck is wrong with me?

 

“Right, no matter what, I love Perrie.” I muttered under my breath.

 

I reached my car. I cringed as I looked at it. It was keyed, but all of my tires were intact. There was green paint splattered all over the black exterior. There was toilet paper all over it too, mostly covering the smashed eggs. Woah, I guess the girls have more fans than I thought.

I checked twitter. The number one worldwide trend was #WeLoveYouPerrie, the second was #PerrieIsBetterWithoutZayn and the third was #ZaynIsAnAsshole. I then checked Little Mix’s page. It was basically Perrie tweeting about shit I said. Or at least I think I said it.

 

Most of their fans are yours. Perrie has no right to be tweeting out against me. If I didn’t tweet out for her, she would be nowhere! She and the rest of the girls owe their fame to me. ME! Not even Simon, he hasn’t really done anything for them. It all rest on me.

 

(Please understand I do not think this at all! This is just what Zayn is feeling now; he’s pissed!)

 

Perrie is a spoiled bitch that needs to get over the fact I’m breaking up with her. Granted, I am marrying someone else, but it’s not my choice. I have no control over this.