Once in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 23. Waliyha.

Chapter 23

Mia's POV

Sunday morning came like a huge reality check.. It seemed as if nothing had even happened these past two days.

Harry and Zayn came and left like that. Gone. Poof.

I've honestly never cried myself to sleep my entire life until last night. I knew I needed to be strong, but at this moment, lying underneath my sheets at ten in the morning was all I wanted to do.

The following week was probably equivalent to a life in hell. I was like a walking zombie. When people spoke to me, I was only half listening. When customers came into the restaurant, they even complained about my boring behavior. Even the regulars questioned my mood, seeing that I was always in a cheery smile when I was working.

Food became bland. I lost my appetite. I didn't pay any attention in any of my classes. It all just seemed pointless to even listen. I think I could be the definition of a clinically depressed person right now.

I called Juliana about an early vacation, and she immediately understood. I'm so relieved to have a friend like her. She even offered to come over and have a girl's night, but I told her I wasn't in the mood. There was no way I could hold my emotions inside bottled up when she was going to question me about what happened. And I didn't think I was ready to tell anyone about what happened.

Nobody should and would never know about what happened between me and Zayn.

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Staring at the ceiling on my bed, I began to think about what the future held for me. I started to realize that my decisions right now weren't helping me at all. Acting the way I was. Feeling depressed 24/7. Eating barely anything. I literally lost ten pounds from not eating much. Which was not healthy.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, disrupting my thoughts. Who would come visit me at six in the morning?

I walked to the door, in my flying pig PJs, while dragging my feet along the white carpeting. Being the foolish person that I was, I forgot to look through the peephole and opened it to find a grinning Tyler with a gold box of chocolates.

"Ty? Do you know what time it is?" I asked him, slightly annoyed by his presence.

"Well, good morning to you too Mia," Tyler said avoiding my question. He invited himself in by pushing the door with his manly strength. "You look thinner. You feeling okay?

"I'm sure Julie mentioned some things," I closed the door and turned to see him already settled on my couch. I went over and stood next to the sofa he was sitting on.

"Mia. Before you say anything, you have to promise me that you won't throw me out," he sounded as if I had the strength of a bull.

"Showing up here at such a ridiculous hour is already a reason for me to throw you out," I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Well, at least I know you're listening to me."

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be listening," I asked.

Tyler scooted over so that I could sit next to him. I sighed and agreed to his offer.

"I brought you some chocolates." He said pointing to the gold box that read "Godiva" on the top.

"Thank you but why are you here? Ahh, you're worried about me because Julie told you and you're here to pity me. Well I don't need anyone's pity, certainly not --"

"Yes, I did." Tyler said, interrupting me mid sentence. "But I could give a rat's ass if you're annoyed with me but I'm here with good intentions. I want to help you."