Broken // Zayn

Chapter Twenty Four

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I sat on my bed, putting all my clothes back into my suitcases. I knew for sure that not everything would fit since I purchased new things since then. Especially Benny and Penny, they were staying here. I heard a knock on my door and I said, "It's open."

Zayn entered with a big cardboard box and dropped it gently on the floor. "Delivery for Hollister Miller." he sat down in front of it. "Heavy box...feels like books."

"My books came? Yes!" I shouted, excitedly, dropping the two shirts that I was holding. I sat down in front of it and tried to rip it open but it didn't work. I frowned and tried again. Zayn watched amusedly. Then I stood up and sat on it, bouncing up and down, hoping the top would break under my weight.

"Okay, move out of the way." Zayn moved me out of the way nicely and tore open the box in one swift movement. Show off. "Ta-da!"

I scowled and then pulled out my books, smiling widely. I put them into one big pile that consisted of fourteen books such as And Then There Were None, 4:50 at Paddington, Sleepless, Killer Cruise, It's Kind of a Funny Story, The Lying Game series, Beastly, The Fault in our Stars, and The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. I picked up one of the hardcover books and hugged it to my chest. "Yes." I sighed dramatically. "I am going to have so much fun."

"Uh...I didn't know you had such a personal connection to books?" he looked at me strangely. "When you told me that you love to read, I didn't think you meant this much."

"Well, what else am I supposed to do with a three hundred fifty gift card to this bookstore?" I asked. "This is not going to fit." I chuckled, shaking my head.

"What, in your bag?" I nodded. "Then we can just buy you another one for books. I know you have a lot, like over thirty, I think. Plus, you don't have to bring everything with you. You always have access to my house." he stated. "I have a spare key. If you want it."

"Yeah, sure, that'd be great." I told him. When I finally did move out and get my own apartment and get a job, I would need a way to get my things. Zayn went to go get it from downstairs and brought it back up along with a medium sized black suitcase.

"I have an extra." he plopped it down next to me. It was one of those rolling ones that were easy to move. "You can have your own personal library in this thing."

I grinned, taking the key and then hugged him. Zayn wrapped his arms around my waist and mine were around his neck. "You're honestly the best friend anyone could ask for. Thank you for everything." I told him. "I haven't thanked you in a while."

"You thank me at least twice a day. You're welcome. And thank you for being a great friend." Zayn kissed me on the cheek. "Now let me help you finish packing." he unzipped the bag and took my stack of books. The tour started back up in two days but we were leaving tomorrow evening at around six.

My Harry Potter books took up a lot of space but we managed to make it fit somehow. I put my things by the door and took a shower before going to bed.

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"France est belle!" I looked out the window as we hovered over France. I may have taken a few French classes in my time. Also, when I had nothing to do in the summer, I would teach myself French even further than what the school would have. "J'ai besoin de prendre une photo de ce point de vue!" I pulled out my phone, not taking notice about how high up we were, and took a picture.

"Fluent in French?" Zayn asked me.

"Oui." I grinned. I've been taking it in school since sixth grade. We landed and got all of our things before I saw Liam standing near the exit, adjusting his bag. "Oh, regardez! Il ya Liam!" I started walking towards him, hurriedly.