Engaged [z.m.]

Chapter 5: Home

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Perrie

"Do you really want to go home? Like seriously?" Amy asked once again as I sat comfortably on my couch going through the whirlwind of texts I was send every single day. Since the time of me going back to London was drawing closer, Alex got anxious day by day. I assume it's a natural thing. I get anxious and nervous and sad when someone I love leaves and you know you don't have the authority to stop it. 

"Yes Amy, I want to go home" I assured her for the 100th time and she just stared blankly at me. Being a single kid with not many cousins, she considered me a sister and so did I. 

"Would it make you feel pressurized and unsure if I ask you to stay for another week?" she questioned. I looked up and she didn't meet my eyes. The truth was that of course it would leave me pressurized and I would probably end up making a decision that wouldn't be right just so I could make her a happy. For the time being. 

Then Alex looked up, waiting for a response. I gave her a look that would indirectly mean obviously I would feel that way. Her frown suddenly broke into a smile. 

"Go, dream boy awaits" she replied. I instantly started laughing at her pathetic attempt to provide Zayn with a sappy name that would be appealing enough for her.

"It's Zayn". 

"Dream boy" 

All of my friends and cousins had a name for him. It was weird why they even found it necessary to give him a name. Zayn knew every single one of course because ever since we started dating, we somehow started to get close with each others family whenever they came over. It was something that kept us a bit more close to earth. 

"It's not only Zayn, its work too" I told her, trying to make her understand that the world didn't only revolve around love. She was younger than me, not by a very huge margin, she was younger when it came to experience.  

"Yeah", she muttered, playing with the bits of pasta left on her plate. 

"Would you mind if I went to visit an old friend who's in town?" I questioned, hoping she wouldn't scream in frustration at me. 

"How long?"  

"We're just meeting up for coffee". She just kept on moving her fork around on her plate and shrugged, clearly sad. I got up and gave her a huge hug, one that took her by surprise. 

"I'm going to miss you Per", she mumbled against my hair. 

"Me too"

"But Amy, I gotta get back to my life". 

~ 

Rachel Phan was a journalist. Physically and visually like every other journalist, trying to fish out a story from every other celebrity's life for a pay that might not even be worth it. A journalist who wrote crazy, spoke crazy and worked crazy. Yet she didn't search for a story, the story came to her. She wasn't the type of journalist that had a camera man gnawing on her backside as she kicked her way through a phlethora of people for a question like "Are you really dating him?" to be answered. She was the kind of journalist that didn't ruin your life, she fixed it. 

"I wish I was there, she hardly ever comes to London anymore" Zayn sighed on the phone as I carefully walked through the rainy weather of New York once again. 

"She's always busy, I'm lucky she called yesterday otherwise I couldn't have met her", I explained to him. Zayn usually called around these hours, when he was back from work and the burden of leaving early for work was off of his shoulders. 

"Did Alex convince you stay longer?" Zayn asked. His tone gave away the fact that he was worried about this. I knew he missed me and he had hardly let me go when I had decided to. Maybe it was because he wouldn't have somebody to talk to or maybe because he would get to focus on things that he neglecting. Like completing a drawing that he had started months ago. He had a clear idea of it but a lazy personality to finish it. 

"No, I have to come back sometime, it's already been like 2 weeks" I assured him. 

"A month", he said making me chuckle at the fact how he had kept such a record of how long I was gone. 

"You have a good memory". 

"I'm just a lover", he responded making me laugh even louder. He was so not cliche or dramatic when it came to our relationship. He was romantic just not silly. 

"Alright, I gotta go, tell Rachel I said Hi" he said after joining in with the laughing on his silly joke. 

"Gotcha".

~

"So why don't you write anymore?" I questioned. Her new lifestyle and career had utterly confused me as Rachel was no longer doing what she was brilliant at doing. What she was born to do.

"Perrie, not many want to carry on the same career their entire lives" she answered. For a 32 year old woman she was very wise. She talked and wrote and described things like not many could. She analyzed things in ways that not many were skilled to.

"So imagine one day, me and Zayn need you again, would you help us out?" I continued my inquiry. Obviously, my instincts told me that we would come Rachel's aid sooner or later because mine and Zayn's relationship was what media considered a joke, like every other celebrity relationship, not many people in the media respected what we had and that was why we had come to Rachel's aid in the first place.

It was a few months after Zayn had asked me out and our relationship had reached the papers. News reporters were writing all kinds of things, from pregnancy rumors to cheating scandals. We both were worried and didn't want to end our relationship just so reporters were calm down but of course we didn't want to continue our relationship with such abusive rumors about us so that's when Harry found Rachel. Rachel was a journalist, she helped celebrity couples with rumors of this sort. Rachel would help counsel couples and then bring the right kind of content out to the media that would shut them up and actually focused on the brighter sides of relationships. She wrote in a way that made me and Zayn wow a lot. Shortly, after things had calmed down a bit Rachel had continued to be in contact with us. We became good friends with her until she decided to move to the United States where she felt she could persuade her career in a more different manner.

"Sure Perrie, my change of career doesn't mean I wouldn't help a few friends out" she replied, her mouth stretched into a smile. She was an absolutely gorgeous and highly skilled woman. Being a single parent who was left by her boy friend, she understood that couples often need help that cannot always be provided by parents or friends.

"Would you be interested in a cuppa?" she asked, snapping me out of my thought. I smiled back her and nodded.

"The same?" she inquired as she got up, making her way over to her small kitchen, with me on her side.

"You know me Rachel".

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