Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 7

Monday 10th February 2014

Genevieve's P.O.V

Today was the day I guess. Came too quickly to be honest. Zayn locked the front door before putting an arm around me; leading us into the car. In silence. I sat down as Zayn shut the door before the car ride started. I turned to face him, I had never seen him so glum before. “Zayn.” I said. No reply. “Zayn.” I said once again. “Zayn, look at me.” I sighed. He turned to face me. “Talk to me. Please.” I said. This was probably the last time in a year that I was gonna talk to Zayn in person; I couldn't let it go.

“Erm...” He began, thinking about what to say. “I like your hair.” He said.

“I like yours too.” I said, poking at his quiff.

“I like your shoes.” He said, pointing to my purple converse.

“I like yours too.” I simply said. I moved ever so slightly so I could sit closer to him. He noticed my action, and raised an eyebrow. “What? Can't I sit closer to my boyfriend?” I asked innocently.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yeah, course I love you.” I said, stating the most obvious thing.

“I love you too.” He said moving closer to me. I smiled before resting my head on his shoulder.

“Do you have to leave?” He sighed.

“Yes.” I said, playing with the buttons of his shirt. “Everyone has to make compromises.” I said.

“And I'm sure, it'll only make us stronger.” He said.

I reached over Zayn before drawing on the window, which had fogged up. I drew a heart in the middle, before Zayn added a G and a Z in heart. We left it at that before I returned to my position and wrapped my arms around him.

***

“Zayn. I'll do it.” I sighed. Zayn had taken it upon himself to do everything for me. He was even wheeling my trolley, which was stacked up with my luggage.

“Let me do it. You're gonna have to do everything by yourself once you get there.” He said. It was quite busy today but luckily we were near the front of the queue.

I followed Zayn to the desk.

“Hi.” The blonde haired woman said.

“Hi.” I said.

“How many passengers flying? Just you two?” She asked.

“Just me.” I spoke, putting my passport on the desk.

“Oh okay.” She said before she did something on the computer.

Once all my luggage had gone in she handed me my ticket. “All the information is on the ticket.” She said.

“Thanks.” I said; before we walked away from the queue and settled down on the nearby seats.

“You got your passport Gen?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Your ticket and everything?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“I'm coming, I'm just gonna go and get a bottle of water.” I said getting up.

“Shall I go get it for you?” He asked, standing up.

“No, no. It's okay.” I said. It was so sweet of him though. “Well leave your stuff here.” He said, referring to my purse and hand luggage.

“Okay.” I said, leaving my stuff and getting up and going to the nearest vending machine. I couldn't believe it. In a couple of hours I would be so. Far. Away. From him. I slot in the money before pressing the number. I turned around to see Zayn sitting cross legged on the chair, folding my coat before putting it into my handbag. I wanted to cry so bad. The things he did to me! I collected the bottle of water before returning to my seat. I chugged down about half the bottle when Zayn mentioned,