Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 20

*Zayn’s POV*

I hated the wedding. Every single part of it. I couldn’t help but feel my heart ripped to shreds a I was forced to tell Sarah I loved her. I realized, standing up on the altar, that I didn’t love Sarah. I don’t think I ever did. I just wanted to feel loved, even if it was all fake. I love Perrie. Perrie is my true love.

She hates me though. I left her, pregnant, to go marry some slut. Sarah and Niall act as if i don’t know what they did, but I do. I pretty sure Sarah has banged every guy she has ever met.

I want nothing to do with her.

I hated the fact that my wedding had to be public.

I hated the fact that I had to pretend that I loved her.

I hated the fact that One Direction and Little Mix’s management forced Little Mix to be here.

I hated seeing Perrie crying.

I hated knowing I couldn’t be a father figure to my first kid.

I hated that I couldn’t do anything about it without hurting One Direction’s and Little Mix’s careers.

I was stuck.

When Sarah came around the corner, I put on a fake smile. The reality of it all as that my heart was breaking. I could feel it cracking, and it hurt like a bitch.

I zoned out for just about everything after that. I felt numb. I couldn’t process. It was too much bad news at once. And it was just easier to be numb then feel overwhelming pain.

I didn’t want Sarah.

**Sarah’s POV**

On the plane, Zayn fell asleep. I don’t blame him. If I didn’t get terrible flying sickness, I would be sleeping too. About every half hour, I end up pucking. It doesn’t matter where I’m going, it just happens. That’s why right now, I’m trying to watch some really bad horror movie. If it was up to me, I’d be watching Supernatural.

I couldn’t even concentrate on the movie. Sam and Dean would have figured this out 10 minutes into the movie. I sighed and switched the movie off. I shuffled through my bag, trying to find my laptop. I think I brought some movies with me.

I guess my movement woke up Zayn. “What are you doing?” as I was about to answer, I felt something coming up in my stomach. I raced to the bathroom just in time to throw up some more of the dinner from the wedding.

If this was a cliche moment, Zayn would come in here, hold my hair back, and rub circles on my back. But you have to remember, Zayn and I hate each other. So if he can barely stand me when I look normal, why would he come and help me when I’m puking my guts up?

I rinsed my mouth with some water and then headed back to sit with Zayn. He had nodded off to sleep again. Well, that’s Zayn Malik’s life in a nutshell. Being rude and sleeping. He should get an award.

We were on a private jet going somewhere. They still refuse to tell us. And all the windows are blacked out. And they disabled the ‘track how far you’ve gone’ maps. And my gps was out. Thanks management.

I wanted out. I wasn’t thrilled that I had to go somewhere were the only person I knew was Zayn. And I bet there will be fangirls. Just kill me now. I don’t want to deal with them. They are annoying little bitches. (not true, not true!!!) They never shut up and all they want is a picture or a second to meet their idol. Even if it involves hurting someone else.

Right now, all I want to do is getting high or drunk at home. In South Carolina. As much as everyone wants it to be, England will never be my home.

Some stewardess walked over to me. “You might want to wake your husband, we will be landing in a moment” She smiled. I nodded. She has fake boobs. Never like someone with fake boobs.

I shoved Zayn and his head hit the window. I felt no remorse. “Hey dickhead, we’re landing.”

Zayn rubbed his head. “What was that for?”

“Being my husband,” I replied snarky.

“Can you tell us where we are now?” Zayn whined. Whining is so unattractive. I don’t know why I even liked him. I don’t care if I was a horny, younger version of me. He is revolting.

“Some place in Europe that starts with an s,” The stewardess replied. Well, that would explain the long flight. I hope it was Spain. I’ve always wanted to go there.

We gathered some of our stuff, and then walked to the door. As the door opened, I was expecting some warmth, because Spain is the only country in Europe that started with an s.

“Welcome to Switzerland.” Expect for that one. I was cold at once, it was snowing and windy. Great way to start off the honeymoon.

I saw some security guards outside. Actually, they looked like Paul and someone else from the One Direction security team. I raced out the door and dropped my bags at their feet. I was Mrs. Zayn Fucking Malik so I shouldn’t have to carry my own bags.

I then raced into the nearest food place. Thank god I had my money on me. I ordered a hot dog and fries. They were gone in a matter of minutes.

I saw Zayn coming through the door, carrying his and my bags. I don’t feel bad though. Probably the first time since he became famous that pretty boy had to do any work.

Zayn and I got into a car that was waiting for us. We arrived at some ski resort and my spirits were lifted. The only bad thing about South Carolina was that there was no place to ski.

I raced up to the room and stopped in the doorway. Paul had given us the room keys in the car so we could try to get past any fans. Thank god. Paul isn’t all that bad.

The room was pretty, to say the least. It was also very big, only 3 rooms were on the entire floor. Just imagine everything you could want in a ski resort room. It was all there. So I’m not going to bother to tell you everything.

The only bad thing was that there was only 1 king sized bed. And I layed on the sofa; it was fine to sit on but not comfy to lay on.

I was to tired to think though. I haven’t got a lick of sleep for 26 hours. I climbed into bed and sucumed to sleep.

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In the morning, I saw Zayn was sleeping next to me. I quietly climbed out of bed and dressed in warm thing. I needed to hit the slopes.

Racing down to the ski rental area I picked up some skis and a guys number. Not too shabby.

Once I was skiing, I was free.

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This is so bad, I am so sorry. I just realized that I hadn't updated in a while. Update scheduals just don't work for me.

Try is almost done!!