Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

It's already past one in the fucking morning and yet, Zayn isn't here. He told me he'd be home for dinner, and then he texted me saying he'd be late home. I didn't know it would be this fucking late.

A few minutes later I hear the front door open and shut and Zayn walks into the kitchen only moments after that.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I ask, hopping off of the bar stool and Zayn eyes me carefully.

"I've been recording, and writing, I told you that earlier." Zayn says begging to walk over to me but I take a few steps back.

"Are you fucking serious? It's after one in the morning." I snap and he stops in his track and sighs.

"Yes, I'm sorry I was working so late, I just lost track of time, and the ideas were just coming to me. I didn't mean to be so late." Zayn says and all I can do is stare at him and shake my head.

"You said you'd be home by dinner, I waited, you didn't text me until after eight telling me you wouldn't be home for another couple hours, and then over four hours goes by." I snap again.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be out so late." He apologizes and I sigh. "I have to get up early tomorrow to go work some more."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You were gone all day today!" I spit.

"What the fuck is your problem, Luna? I have an album to get done!" He snaps.

"Oh? So that means spend two entire days not at home huh? And forget about me who's home alone? And don't fucking say I have Aria, because she's a fucking dog, it's fucking different! I don't even know why I stayed up so late!"

"Well tomorrow night, don't hang around." He rolls his eyes. "I won't be home till late tomorrow night either."

"Really sounds like you're working."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Fuck off, Zayn." I snap, walking out and I go upstairs and into the bedroom and crawl straight into bed and turn off the lamp on my side of the bed. A few minutes later Zayn walks in and he places something on the bed and Aria runs over to me and curls up beside me and then a moment later Zayn comes and gets into bed and he turns off his light.

I grab Aria and roll over so I'm not facing Zayn and I cuddle up to Aria.

"Don't act like a fucking child." Zayn says.

"Fuck you!" I snap. I hear him sigh and he rolls over and I scoot as close to the edge as I can, but far enough from the edge so Aria won't fall off.

What the fuck is up with Zayn? He never stays out so late, especially not working. He's always home by six at least, he's never much later than that. So why would he have been so late tonight? I know Zayn, he never just loses track of the time. Not for four hours, not when it's that late.

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I chuck on some shorts and a Panic! At The Disco shirt, put on some foundation and mascara and put my hair up in a plait before I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Had I slept? I wasn't sure. All I was sure of was Brendon texting me earlier telling me he'd come over for a bit, maybe all day. He wasn't sure. Was that why I wore the Panic! top? No. It was the first band or artist shirt I found.

Zayn had left early, right after eight, and he didn't even say goodbye, even though he knew I was awake. What a fucking asshole.

I rummage through the cupboards, trying to find something simple and easy to eat for breakfast since Zayn couldn't even stay for fucking breakfast. He never leaves without making me breakfast.