Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 56. Conflicted.

Chapter 56

Mia's POV

Somehow seeing the rather beautiful Perrie on Zayn's arm sent a pang of jealousy through me. But something bothered me even more than jealousy - guilt. Zayn must have loved her so much when he got this for her. I don't know how I can compete with that.

"What's wrong?" He asked, raising his head.

"Nothing," I lied and averted my gaze from Perrie's inanimate stare.

"No, tell me. I don't want any secrets between us, Mia."

Secrets. Hearing the word made me want to slap myself.

"Okay, um. I was reminded of the past by the tattoo on your arm," I said, realizing how pathetic I must have sounded.

He lifted the short sleeve of his tee, and saw which tat I was talking about.

"Oh," was all he said.

I returned my attention to finishing my smoothie and before I knew it, my drink had already disappeared. After I finished washing my glass cup, I saw that Zayn was gone from his seat.

Where'd he go?

The lounge was empty.

When I got up to his room, I saw that his clothes were still inside his duffle bag on the bed. Well, he didn't leave leave but when I looked out the window of his room into the driveway, it was empty. He could have at least left me a note, saying he left or something.

I figured that Zayn took his car here since my father told him where I resided for now. No taxi cab would ever come out here, nor did buses.

But I did find it a little odd since the old man didn't even want me to call anyone four months ago. 'To keep it as ambiguous as possible'. That's what he said. Yet he allowed him to come and be with me.

It didn't correlate.

I pushed the thoughts aside while I helped Zayn organize his clothes into the wooden dresser along a wall. Call me a creep but I took a peek at the sizes of his clothes. Christmas was quickly approaching in two months and it would be nice to know his size just in case I get him clothes or something. Like he'd wear anything I would give him. He's probably picky about his clothes since he looked rather cool all the time. Although he did wear the green scarf I got him. I smiled at the image of him sporting the knitted scarf from last night.

He brought about ten graphic tees, a light grey sweatshirt, a couple pair of dark skinny jeans, sweatpants, and I suddenly blushed when I noticed the pairs of boxers. All of them dark colors. Calvin Klein, and among them a batman one. I chuckled at the selection of his underwear.

After I neatly finished folding his clothes away, only fifteen minutes have passed. Trying to keep my mind off of where Zayn could have gone, I distracted my mind with preparing something for lunch. He would be super hungry since he only had two slices of bread for breakfast.

Since I wasn't an amazing cook like Ms. Wickham was, all I prepared for lunch was a small salad and baked a frozen pizza in the oven. When I looked at the time, it's already been an hour since Zayn had left and I was beginning to worry. He didn't leave me a note, he didn't say goodbye, he didn't say anything.

Was he angry that I mentioned Perrie?

Was there an emergency with work or family?

I wish he would have told me something to ease my thoughts from assuming things.

***

I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep when I woke up to find myself in a sitting position with one of my mother's knitted throws over me. I don't remember grabbing a blanket from the closet.