Veronica Malik?[Zarry]

Chapter 4

Hey Guys!!

So sorry for the late update :(

But anyways its here now!! :) I hope you guys like it :)

I typed this in a hurry so if there are any mistakes please tell me :)

I am dedicating this chapter to @uggsforlife101 :)

Disclaimer: I don't own One Direction.

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Chapter 4

Zayn pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a black worn out t-shirt which were both her old clothes. The pants were loose around her feminine hips about to fall off is she took one more step, and she was thankful to the elastic string that helped to hold the pants tightly to her thin frame. The t-shirt was bigger making her swim in it, but it was comfortable which was something she was thankful for after running around the town whole day in tight jeans and high heels. She stared at her bathroom mirror through the dim light that shined above her head. She still had the same brown eyes and she looked like one of her sisters. Sisters?

His tiered mind just registered that she had yet to break the news to his family and management. How will they react? What is going to happen to his future? More importantly how will the fans react?

She felt like her head could explode from all the thoughts running around.

She ran the comb through her brown and now blond highlighted locks pulling it into a messy bun. She was more than thankful to Eleanor for wasting her time helping Zayn learn how to be a girl. Starting from the scratch and little thing like how to tie her hair and then to more complex things like applying mascara. They had spent the whole afternoon after their lunch with the guys locked up in Zayn’s room having girls time.

“You are Zayn Malik! You have amazing friends helping you who are going to find ways to bring you back!”, Zayn whispered to herself as she gathered herself. She had to be strong. Satisfied with herself she walked out of the attached bathroom to her room. The house had five bedrooms and three bathrooms. One downstairs, one upstairs and one in Zayn’s room.

Lucky Zayn right? The guys decided that Zayn should have his own bathroom because he sent at least two hours in shower. Well, that was how Louis described it. But anyways Zayn was thankful. She didn’t know how more weird this could get.

Back in her room she saw that the window was open and the curtains were flying in the wind. She was sure she had closed the window just before she had decided to take a shower. She quickly rushed to the open window and looked outside. Their neighbor’s balcony door was closed and you could see rays of light in the living room through the gaps of the curtains.  Then she looked down and a movement caught her attention. Just across the street right in front of their apartment she could make out the shape of someone standing and staring right at her open window. From her fourth floor apartment Zayn couldn’t make out any facial features even if the person was standing next to a lamp post. But one thing for sure she knew was that it was a male.

The guy lifted his right hand gave a slight wave in her direction in mock salute as a taxi pulled up in front of him. Zayn knew that whoever it was had now left. Cursing to herself she turned towards the mirror to see another paper taped to the surface of the mirror.

Zayn removed the paper from the mirror quickly but carefully not to tear the paper. The paper was folded into half. On the outside was her name written in the loopy cursive handwriting she had seen this morning.