One Day || book two.

10 ~ Break ups lead to make ups

Cassie’s POV

“Please stay.” Zayn begged, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

I sighed, we’d been through this before, not even a week ago, but my mind was, set: I would go home for two weeks, and be back just before the wedding.

“I’ll miss you too much though.” He complained.

“I’ll miss you more.” I replied. We were currently sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for our tea to be served. Our room was being cleaned and we weren’t actually supposed to be in the room, so they offered us free drinks, to which we were more than happy to oblige to.

“Then why are you going?” He asked, reaching across the table and held my hands in his.

“Work.” I replied. He gave me a “you can’t be serious” look, and then he just looked exhausted.

“You work too much.” He mumbled as the tea was delivered with complimentary cookies as it seemed. The waitress sort of stood watching us for a moment as we each had a mouthful of the drink. Zayn, who had his back to the waitress, looked over his shoulder, and she had a semi fangirl moment right there.

“I really hope the tea is to your liking, Mr. and Mrs. Malik, sorry about the room cleaning and time overlap, we didn’t think you would be here this morning.” She explained hurriedly. Then she sashayed off, really proud of herself as it seemed.

“I don’t know what that was all about, but... the tea is good.” I tried to make conversation, and seeing as where we were seated in the lobby there were no immediate windows to view, I couldn’t comment on the weather.

“I’d ask if you were jealous of her, but she complimented us, so I doubt you are.” He guessed. I shrugged. There was a moment of silence where we both contemplated bringing up the point that she thought we were married. Now that I think about it, I really haven’t checked any social media, news, or even read a paper for a few weeks now.

“She thought we were married.” I murmured. When I said it to him, he almost looked scared. His look of shock, made me realise that he probably knew something about it. “What’s happened, Zayn?” I asked, my tone a bit darker than I intended. He sighed and shut his eyes briefly. “Zayn?”

“Ok, ok. It’s all over Twitter, they all think we’re getting married, and when I found out, it was New Year’s Eve and I didn’t think you would want to bother worrying about it, so I told everyone to keep it hushed, and tried to make it sound like I was going to surprise you, and now that we’re here, they don’t know why, but they think I’m going to propose while we’re here.” He explained.

“Were you?” I asked. I know that he just said that he wasn’t going to propose, but it was worth a shot.

His hesitation answered my question.

Wardy’s POV

“Sarah.” Niall called from downstairs.

“Hold on ok,” I replied, fixing my skirt. Sunday morning: the day after the engagement party,  I woke up late, I have a uni class tomorrow afternoon, last night Louis and Stef had an argument ending with him sleeping on the couch in the living room and now Niall is calling me downstairs at some ungodly hour of the morning. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

I arrived in the kitchen moments later to find Niall standing in between the two of them: Stef angrily smashing her soggy cereal at the table, and Louis quietly and almost too diligently making himself a sandwich. “Mhm?” I questioned, hugging Niall then stepping back to view the situation. 

He gestured to the two of them, and I it took me a moment to realise what he was trying to say. “You want me to get them back together? You got me out of bed at,” I looked up at the clock on the wall. “Half past ten, to make them forgive each other.” I sighed, how to explain this to Niall. “Honey, I can’t make them forgive each other, as much as I’m a semi-qualified psychologist, that does not make me able to get them back together.” Saying this to him made me sound like the older person here, but in truth, I was just explaining my job.

“Come on, you’ve got to be able to do something.” He practically begged. I shook my head. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, you talk to Stef, I’ll talk to Louis.” He offered.

I sighed at the way he made it sound so sexist. But in saying that I knew Stef better than he did, so, that kind of wins it over.

I sat myself down next to her. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked lightly.

She turned and looked at me, her eyes were a light pink, like she’d been crying, but not for a while. “I don’t know if he loves me.” She mumbled.

“Of course he does.” I replied without skipping a beat.

“How do you know?” She asked, looking really tired.

I softly smiled at my answer. “He wouldn’t have asked you to marry him otherwise. And before you two were even engaged, do you remember way back three years ago, we were on the train and the little girl - what was her name? Mary?”

“Mariam.” She corrected. Realising that it was a trap, she looked away from me momentarily, annoyed. “And what was that supposed to prove?

“Because she could see you two were so in love with each other, no matter how you tried to hide it. And isn’t it amazing how bluntly obvious children can be without realising it? But she was right.” I explained. “But besides the point: do you love him?” She nodded. “Does he love you?” She shrugged. “What kind of answer is that you pineapple! Of course he does. Now kiss him.” I ordered. 

She frowned. I could clearly see how much she despised this idea, and if I put myself in her shoes, I would also really hate this idea, but me being me and all other “what-if’s” aside, this was a brilliant idea.

“Somehow I don’t think he’d see it the same way.” She replied.

“Well you’ll never know if you don’t try,” I began. “So take a leap of faith here and kiss him.” Stef sighed and looked over her shoulder at Louis and Niall.

“I’ll kiss him at the altar.” She decided. I slightly disappointed, slightly hurt look. “If we make it that far.” She added.

“Oh don’t think like that. Get up and kiss him now.” I spoke slightly louder, and if on cue, the boys quietened down.

Stef sighed, knowing that she’d been defeated. She turned and looked at Louis. “I’m sorry for what I said,” She sounded like she was three and apologising for taking lollies from the lolly jar. “I take it back, but only if you take yours back.” She then held out her land to shake with his, to confirm her deal. He looked at her hand several moments, before collecting her in a hug.

“I’m so sorry.” His apology sounded slightly more sincere, but that didn’t matter, they’d made up and that’s all that mattered.