Rendezvous

Chapter 15

Some instances you just have to wait and let things work out the way it should be.

Fate.

On the other hand, if you want something that bad, you have to do everything just to get that.

Make things possible.

I was in a deep contemplation of my life when my phone suddenly rang

Hello?

Hey, Liv?

Yeah?

It's Zayn

Oh. What can I do for you?

Do you mind meeting me outside your place as of this moment?

Why? Are you okay?

No. Just please meet me here. Thank you Liv.

His voice tells me something is wrong. I hope it doesn't involve Harry.

I was so worried about Zayn that I forgot to change what I'm wearing.

And only realized it when I was already at the ground floor of the condominium.

Blue pajamas, pink tank top, and some yellow slippers.

Great Liv. You look like an adorable unicorn. Oh wait. Minus the adorable.

I see Zayn through the glass doors. Smoking cigs. I wonder what's behind his voice's urgency.

"Zayn!"

"Liv! Oh my gosh. I'm so worried about you. Are you alright?"

"Of course I am. It's Saturday. It's 6pm right now. What's up?" Crossing my arms on my chest. Looking up at him.

Then I saw him look down at me and at my oh-

"First of, nice pajamas. So I was here because.."

"Because what?"

"Harry needs to talk to you."

I stare at his eyes. Mad. Of course. Waiting for him to say more but he just looks back at me.

"Okay? But about what exactly? I don't want to talk to him. I don't even want to go near him. Or even see his face. "

I see him opening his mouth but I cut him off

"And why on earth did he ask you to go here and tell me this stuff. If he really needs to talk to me. Then why didn't he go to me. Directly. Instead?"

"Look. He kind of forced me to tell your location. So he brought me here."

I was about to say something again because this person is making me angry as hell.

"I know you are mad. Please don't be mad at me Liv. But he really looks like he needs to tell you something."

I didn't reply. I don't want to. I haven't tried approaching Harry since then. And him didn't try to approach me either.

"Liv. It's okay if you don't want to. I'll accept that you are mad. And I'll accept the consequences."

"Zayn. Why did you tell him my address and led him here?" Why can't he just pretend that he doesn't know!

"Liv! Have you seen those body guards he have? Look. I am strong and got muscles. But come on babe. Those guys will break my bones in 1 minute."

"Where is he?"

"Oh he is inside that silver car." Zayn points out a silver car across the street.

Oh so he has been watching us converse. Creep. Typical Harry.

"Fine. I'll talk to him. Tell him to go up my room. Top floor, 25th floor to be exact. Room 3. Wait for me to go inside the elevator then wait for five minutes before going in. Tell him that. Copy?"

"Yes madam. And oh, Liv?"

"You have my number. Call me please."

"This is your fault, Zayn. I will."

"And oh. Zayn?"

He turned around and waited for me to continue.

I don't know what else to say

So I hugged him.

Then I turned around heading for the elevators.

Well. I guess my movie marathon has to be rescheduled next Saturday.

Tonight is going to be a long night.