Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 58. Crazy.

Chapter 58

Mia's POV

I had thought all morning about what I would say to him. And obviously since my choice of words were not the best, it took up a good hour just to make up a speech. I even took the time to write it down on paper. If one considered scribbles and doodles as a speech then yes, I wrote things down.

Nothing came to my head. I didn't know what to say. This was why I was so terrible at confrontations, the words didn't formulate in my head. It came out in the moment and last night, my brain obviously wasn't working functionally.

God, why are things so difficult when there's conflict between us?

Obviously, I was not good at this relationship stuff. I didn't have any sort of experience since I never had a boyfriend, nor an admirer, unless they were secret admirers. And Zayn was the first one to actually like me and approach me. Though it was in the most bizarre way possible.

I have learned nothing from watching romance movies.

Whatever. I was going to face him no matter what. I couldn't avoid him forever nor did I want to. Whatever happens happens.

After brushing my teeth and applying some concealer to give my face some life, I took a deep breath, trying to gain an ounce of confidence and walked out the door.

Should I look for him? Or should I wait til he showed up? Would he still be asleep? It was still a little early.

I should look for him. I couldn't wait knowing I had to face him sooner or later.

When I approached his room in the other end of the hallway, my hands unconsciously ran through my hair and pulled down the long, white boho shirt I was wearing. Luckily I decided to wear something like leggings underneath with this because I hadn't shaved in a while.

Oh my god, why does that even matter. Was this how people acted in a relationship? I suddenly became very aware of how I looked in front of Zayn.

I knocked on the door, waited for three seconds, but no one came to open it. I leaned my ear on the wooden surface to hear any sort of scrambling, any kind of noise .. But it was quiet.

"Zayn? You there?" I opened the door and saw that it was empty, the bed was made up neatly, the silent room fell cold. Where did he go?

When I padded downstairs, I saw that the front door was cracked open, I immediately thought someone had broken inside. Unless Zayn opened it and forgot to close, I thought. Yeah, that seemed much more rational. Who would break in a home in the middle of nowhere?

Creeps might.

Pulling the door open, I saw him sitting on the porch swing and relief filled my heart. He was still here. For a millisecond, I was afraid he'd left me.

"Hey," I started after taking two steps out the door.

He turned to look at me, his shaven face even more gorgeous in natural light.

"Morning," he replied casually as he lifted his hand to his mouth. I approached him but quickly stopped when my eyes noticed something white in between his fingers as he placed it in his lips and drew in a deep breath.

He was smoking? I've never seen him smoke before, only in pictures. From what I read, I thought he quit. I knew he wanted to be cool but did he have to smoke disgusting lung cancer sticks to achieve that?

"Why are you smoking?" I stayed in place, trying to keep away from the familiar, horrific smell.

"What? I can't smoke here?" He exhaled the white puff of air. Damn, did he have to be so damn sexy doing every little thing?