misfits // z.m

ch. 11 || cold

XI. cold

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[Zayn's POV]

I woke up with a huge headache. It was six in the evening, and I couldn't remember anything from today until I saw a basket filled with flowers and other things on my desk.

Suddenly, I remembered that Thalia had been in here.

Her scent was unmistakable; a delicious, sweet, alluring fragrance that I couldn't shake from my memory.

I remembered countless times my lips had nuzzled her neck and I could smell her perfume, and it became clear that I was falling for her too fast, too soon...but wasn't that the idea?

I wanted, from the bottom of my heart, with every fibre of my being, to forgive her and give the last two months of autumn a chance - nevertheless, we were incompatible and on a parallel to one another. Could I really trust someone like her?

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Enjoying time with my family now that the tour was over, I took to the kitchen to try and relieve myself of the huge hangover I was harbouring.

Without realising, I'd been wearing a cool comic t-shirt with its label still attached, so when I finally cut it off, I noticed there was a message written on it in neat, black ink. "You're my superman. - Thalia x"

I rolled my eyes and wasn't surprised to see my mum walk in at that precise moment with a stern look on her face. "Zayn, what is it with you and girls these days?" She crossed her arms.

"Mum, can't you ever take my side?" I bit into an apple and chewed.

"Can't you see that she's in complete awe of you, Zayn? I can see that, whenever Thalia's with you, she's happy. So are you." Mum deduced.

"Then she wouldn't keep pushing me away, right? Ever thought about that?" I frowned, running a hand through my hair.

I heard mum sigh and she pulled out the stool by the breakfast counter, indicating for me to sit opposite her.

Taking another chunk from the red apple, I looked at mum expectantly.

"Girls do crazy things when they're in love, Zayn, and you can't just try to 'get even' with her by giving her the cold shoulder. You'll get nowhere, okay? Give her a chance, because I know she could be good to you...good for you."

Again, my eyes rolled of their own accord, but perhaps mum was right. I was the one who made this deal with Thalia, and maybe I needed to remember why I had.

"What do you like about her, Zayn?" Came mum's soft and ever friendly voice.

I didn't have to think about it at all. I knew.

"I guess...she has a really nice smile. She, uh, she doesn't know it, but I try to tell her. I do. And she has great eyes; it's like you look once and you're in love-"

"-and are you in love?" Mum interjected.

I shrugged, "Never considered it. Not really, anyway."

I continued, "And her laugh, oh my God, her laugh is so angelic and it's so contagious. She's so sweet and witty, she's like no-one I've ever met. She's so particular about things and has so many different opinions that I just have to stop and admire her, you know?"

Mum smiled and turned away from me to the doorway. "Did you hear that, Thalia?"

All of a sudden, the beauty emerged from the corridor, her dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. "I did."