Suddenly, he started shivering. “Whoa, cold chill, do you have a blanket I could use?” he asked. “There should be one in my closet. Go look, I’ll search through for the album” I said. He handed me his phone. “Thanks” he said. He got up and opened my closet doors. I started scrolling through all his songs trying to find the album. Finally, I saw a picture of them that read Midnight Memories on the front. I smiled. “Hey Zayn, I got it, you ready?” I asked. I didn’t hear anything though. “Zayn?” I asked. I looked up to make sure he was still in the room. He was standing there, motionless. “Zayn, are you ok?” I asked. I saw him move his head down and look at his hands. I looked down, he looked like he was holding something in his hand. “You…you…” he began. He turned around and faced me, my heart dropped. He was holding his sweater, the one I had kept for years, my keepsake of him. I knew I should’ve tucked it away somewhere in my attic. “You still have it” he said. I bit my lip. “Um…yeah…I do” I said. “I thought you would’ve thrown this away by now” he said. “I thought so too” I said. He looked down at it, then back up at me. “Why did you keep it…I thought you would’ve wanted to get rid of any memories with me” he said. “Well…” I began. He walked up to me, still holding it. “Well what?” he asked. I felt backed into a corner now, there was no way to escape the situation. “Well…it took a while to get over you…I kept it to still feel close to you, I loved you” I said. I looked down, and what I was about to hear next would put me in an even more awkward situation. “Do you…still love me?” he asked. My head sprung up, I looked into his eyes. His gaze was almost dragging me in, not letting me go until I answered. “Um…why would you ask me that?” I asked. Suddenly, he looked away. “I don’t know, sorry, I’m just being stupid. I don’t have to bother asking, I know you don’t” he said. He tossed the sweater back into my closet. “Oh, if you want it back, take it” I said. “Nah, it’s ok, I gave it to you all those years ago…it’s basically yours…plus I don’t think it’d fit me now” he said. I laughed. “Why, you got fatter?” I asked. “NO! I got more muscular!” he yelled. He flexed his arms, I kept laughing. He does have really nice arms though. “Anyway, the album” he said. “Right” I said. We both sat down and spent an hour listening through it. At the end, he looked at me. “Well, is it good? The lads and I worked really hard on it” he said. “Zayn, it’s awesome! But you still need 4 more songs right?” I asked. “Yeah, and the lads and I had a vote as to which 4 members had to write them. I was one of the unlucky ones. I have nothing to write about…what should I do?” he asked. I took a deep breath. “Well, here, close your eyes” I said. He did as I said, I touched his shoulder. “Now…think of your life at this very moment, right now, think about something that’s important to you. Maybe the most, maybe the least, but still, think about it. What is that important thing?” I asked. He took a few seconds before he answered. “A…a girl” he said. I sighed at his response, of course there’s another girl he likes. Any hope I had of getting back together with Zayn, even the tiniest amount, just left my body.
