Come To Me | Jerrie

Chapter 1

"Leigh, I'm running over to Zayn's house. I'll be back in a bit!"

Our wedding invitations arrived. They're beautiful, everything I could've hoped for. I can't wait to show him. Not that he's really into the details, but we spent a lot of time choosing these. It'll be such a relief when we finally move in together and stop all this back and forth. Leigh-Anne  and I signed our lease a month before Zayn proposed, so I couldn't leave and screw her out of half the rent. Though I adore my best friend, I would've loved to have lived with Zayn as we planned the wedding. Thankfully, the big day is in four months and we'll finally be under one roof. I'm excited and anxious to make everything official.

"Okay. I'll be here," she says, walking toward me.

"Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone." I wink as I grab my purse and rush out the door. Once I get in the car I send him a quick text.

Me: On my way. I have a surprise!

Ten minutes later, I'm pulling into a parking space in front of his cozy two-bedroom town home in the trendy section of Hoboken. This area is all older homes on cobblestone streets. It's a place I look forward to building a life and starting a family in. I gather my purse and the invitations and hop out, excited to share this piece of our future with him. His car is in the driveway, but the door is locked. Digging for my keys, my bag topples over, spilling all my belongings on the stairs. After collecting everything, I use my key to get into his house.

As the door opens I hear a low moan. Slowly I lift my eyes. Nothing could've prepared me for the sight before me. I freeze, watching my worst nightmare unfold.

The shock ripples through me, coming in waves of horror and pain.

And no matter how much I want to ... I can't look away.

The man I love, the man I'm going to marry, is having sex with one of my friends.

Zayn has Gigi bent over on the couch—the couch I picked out—and is taking her from behind. His head is turned toward the door, his eyes are closed, and his face is pure ecstasy as he drives into her, enjoying every second of it while my world crumbles. With each thrust I feel the floor falling out from under me. I can hear them, see them, smell the sex in the air. Each slap of skin on skin, each grunt and moan tears through me like a knife slicing my veins open. I'm bleeding out, and there's no stopping it.

I close my eyes, begging for this not to be real, hoping this is a sick joke or a bad dream, praying that when I open them again, this cruel vision will fade away. When I gather the strength to look at them, I realize this isn't a joke or a dream—it's reality.

Gigi's head is thrown back as she moans. "More. Harder!"

His hands grip her hips as he rears back and rams into her.

"Zayn, yes!" Her loud, high-pitched voice screams out, "Oh! I'm coming. Oh. My. God. Zayn! Fuck!"

Unable to control the shaking of my hands, the invitations fall to the floor. My sob breaks through the sounds of their pleasure, alerting them to my presence. The air punches through me as both their heads snap up and Zayn's eyes lock on mine.

"Perrie." He stops moving, staring at me with wide eyes. "I can explain."

He grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and covers himself, hastily throwing another one at Gigi.

"Explain? You can't fucking explain!" I choke out as the tears begin to flood my vision. "Oh my God! You ... you ..."

My limbs are tingling and my breathing is shallow as I try to remain standing. Everything around me is fading, but cruelly, my mind keeps the two people in front of me crystal clear. I close my eyes, hoping to give myself a reprieve.