Those Eyes... (Zerrie Fanfic)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30:

My phone rang at midnight, separating me from my dream world and disturbing my sound sleep. It was Zayn.

"Hello?"

"Perrie?"

"That's my name."

Zayn didn't speak for a while, creating a long pause between us. 

"Talk then."

"Don't you want to say anything?"

"Erm... What?"

"You know what..."

"No Zayn. I really don't."

He ended the phone call instantly. How rude! First he calls in the middle of the night and then he shuts me off and what did he want me to say? I had no clue whatsoever but now it was bothering me. Urg! Zayn always ends up messing with my mind!

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I entered the English classroom on Monday morning, extra early as usual. I am so glad Selena knows about our secret otherwise she would never give us privacy. On the other hand, I wasn't too sure about Rebecca because even though I know she won't tell anyone, I also know she still has hots for him and I found that very uncomfortable to apprehend plus she thinks I am just a fling which is quite insulting to be honest.

The classroom was empty, Zayn was no where to be seen which was odd because he would always be here by now... I took my seat and waited, hopefully he had gone to get a drink or something but he didn't come. The class had started to pour in by now but still no sign of Zayn...

"Did you see Zayn outside?" I asked Jade.

"No but he'll be here soon."

"How do you know?"

"Because he has the right to be late today. He's probably busy getting gifts and birthday wishes in the staff room right now."

"What? Birthday wishes...?"

"Yeah it's his birthday today. Surely you knew..."

Oh... It was his birthday, that's why he rang me yesterday night and I had let him down... I felt a huge burden of guilt now, how could I not know! He must have been really hopeful to have rung me yesterday and he must have wanted me to be the first one to wish him but I didn't even know... The thought of disappointing him broke my heart. Then the door clashed open and Zayn walked in, his hands overflowed with bouquets, cards, chocolates and other various sorts of gifts, none from me...

"Happy Birthday Mr Malik!", the entire class erupted into the song, including me. I knew he was angry at me but it wasn't really my fault, we never shared birthday dates truthfully speaking so how was I supposed to know. Nonetheless, I should have known and it should have been me ringing him up and wishing him first. Zayn looked at me with pierce cold eyes, I mouthed sorry but he changed his view and ignored me. This guilt he made me feel was building up and strangling me now.

"Say sorry to him fast!" Jade advised.

"But how?!" 

Zayn was not paying any attention to me on purpose and I get it but he should at least give me a chance to apologize. I knew Zayn wouldn't though, he was hurt badly and one thing he hates the most is when I don't give him what he wants the most and now he definitely wanted me to repent. I approached his desk with my essay, a little apology note hidden in it. Zayn snatched the book before I even gave it him and flicked through the pages until he found the note and chucked it in the bin. I had an inkling he would do this but had to try at least.

"I'm sorry." I whispered but as expected, Zayn ignored me and walked off to help someone else.

I slump back in my seat, feeling defeated and hopeless because I knew he wanted me to regret but I had no idea how to win him over again. The next few hours go by blur and he had not once looked or spoken to me so I decided to stay after class but he was gone before I packed my bag.

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Zayn held the door open with his hands stretched out to the edge, refusing me entry to his house. I could feel his eyes taunting me, making me feel guilty and causing my eyes to fall to the ground in shame. This is what he wanted, for me to feel terrible and it was working. 

"Zayn I am so sorry! I really -

Zayn slammed the door on my face but I wasn't going to go unless he had forgiven me so I kept knocking on the door constantly, forcing him to open it again. Before he had the chance to slam the door again, I slid under his arms and entered the house and held my arms, which contained the apology card, out to him. Zayn opened the card and absorbed the message silently and just when I thought he had decided to forgive me, he tore the card into shreds and flicked it at me. I knew he was just doing this to make me feel sorry so I smiled and offered him the next present that I had spent time in making. Waliyah had told me cake was his favorite dessert so I had baked him a chocolate cake even though I can't cook but I was pretty hopeful he would appreciate it and possibly forgive me. In case this didn't work, I had made a book, every page engraved with my hand writing saying: I love you more each day. 

Zayn walked off to the kitchen, completely ignoring me. I followed him like an obsessed worshiper, determined to end his feud. I offered him the cake again and he dodged it again, I repeated the process until he finally gave in. I leaned my hand forward to put the slice of cake in his mouth and just as he was about to take a bite, I pulled my hand out. I deserved a little bit of fun too after all. It was a bad idea because Zayn got even more angry. I pouted and pushed my hand out to him again, this time Zayn grabbed the slice and ate it slowly. I watched his expressions, waiting for that perfect smile and he did. He smiled! But then he changed the smile into a sour face and pretended to choke. It actually got me worried as I did not trust my cooking skills but he started to laugh after seeing my expressions. He threw the rest of the cake in the bin along with all my hard work and hope. I felt really hurt because I had made it with so much effort and love and he had just... He was trying to make me feel what he felt so I ignored all his little tantrums and continued apologizing. 

Zayn tugged at my necklace and tried to pull it out.

"What are you doing?" I asked, shocked.

He tugged harder. He wanted my necklace! 

"No! Not this!" 

He looked at me with a smug smile. Zayn knew I would never trade my necklace and he was using this to get back at me. After thinking hard, I decided it was best if I just gave it him because I didn't like Zayn upset with me. Zayn took the necklace and also my hands which were a little burnt because I had forgotten to wear oven gloves whilst baking that cake for him.

"You are so clumsy!" he scolded me.

"Got you to talk didn't I." I smirked.

If I had known hurting myself would get him talking then I would have simply cut myself with paper in class instead of wasting all this time! Zayn kissed my hands and then noticed the book and opened it.

"Am I forgiven?"

Zayn put the necklace back on me and kissed me in response.