Madie’s P.O.V.
I walked right out of the restaurant and down an unfamiliar street.
I couldn't believe Zayn did that, he knows I'm self conscious.
I angrily walked down multiple streets for about twenty minutes. Then it began to rain.
‘Fuck this!’ I grumbled to myself.
I decided to stop walking and sit on a nearby bench.
I looked down at my feet and began to cry. I was cold, wet, and alone.
I looked to my left as I saw Zayn’s car pull up.
Zayn’s P.O.V
I drove around like a mad man for nearly a half an hour. I grabbed at my hair tugging, feeling so stupid for calling Madie fat. She truly isn’t I’m just a dick!
Finally after driving around in the pouring rain I saw a tiny figure sitting on a park bench.
I pulled up next to it and noticed it was Madie.
“Madie!” I called out to her.
She slowly got up and walked further down the street.
I drove up next to her and followed her.
“Madie please stop.”
“Fuck off!” She screamed at me.
“Madie, get in the damn car!”
“Fuck off!!!” She screamed again only louder this time.
“Madie I’m sorry.”
“An apology doesn't fix anything!”
“Fine, then you give me no choice.”
I pulled up next to her and got out.
I walked out into the pouring rain, just for her.
“See Madie! I truly am sorry! I’m even out in the rain for you!”
She kept on walking.
I got frustrated.
I waked in front of her and got on my knees.
“Madie please! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” I gave her the puppy eyes, kinda embarrassed that I was practically begging.
She giggled a bit but held her strong face.
“Please?” I begged.
She huffed “Well you are on your knees apologizing which happens to be something new.”
“So you forgive me?”
“No! But I will come home.”
I smiled getting up from my knees, I took off my jacket putting it around her shivering shoulders.
We both walked back to the car and got home safely.
We both went our separate ways and changed out of our soaking clothes.
Madie’s P.O.V
I walked out of my room in new pajamas and my hair up in a bun.
I noticed Zayn hadn’t gotten out yet.
I heard him rustling around in his room so I peaked in.
I saw Zayn in only his boxers drawing angrily.
I looked at the picture careful not to get caught and saw him drawing me sitting on the bench soaking and crying.
It looked amazing, although it was black and grey and had sadness behind it , it was a true talent of his.
“Madie?” I heard Zayn call without looking back.
“Yeah?” i said before remembering what I was doing.
“Get out.”
My eyes widened I didn't know how he knew I was there. I shrugged my shoulders and walked out onto the couch and slowly fell asleep.
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