Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 64. Simple.

Chapter 64

Mia's POV

Since Zayn and I tried to keep on the down low, we entered the hotel separately. Me first while he locked the car. Then he would follow.

After settling in, I heard the door next to my room open and close and I secretly prayed that it was Zayn.

Oh my god. No. It couldn't be him. I shouldn't allow myself to want him near me after what he said. The words still refused to sink in, my brain wanted to deny that it happened but it did.

And ultimately, I had to forgive him. I had to. I loved him. Just not now.

I was one sick fool diagnosed with this four letter word.

Ugh. I needed to stop thinking about him for just one second and focus on other things. I don't want to be one of those girls whose life revolves around their boyfriend.

The wedding was tomorrow and I needed to get my beauty sleep. I didn't want to show up like a zombie with even darker circles under my eyes, scaring people off.

Plus it was already around one in the morning and the most sleep I would get would probably be seven hours if I woke up to get ready.

I wonder what time the wedding is. Usually they are around noon but who knows, not everyone is the same.

Zayn would know so I'll put my luck on his better judgment. Hopefully he won't wake up late, not that it should be that much of a problem since he lost the tendency to sleep in now. He's been waking up really early these days.

Again, I was thinking about him already. He could never leave me alone, even when he wasn't near. Maybe I'll blast on some music while I take a shower and sing along. No One Direction songs, absolutely not hearing Zayn's stupidly captivating voice when I needed to stop thinking about him for a bit and definitely no love songs. Every single one would suddenly be about him.

Shortly after my shower, I stared at my phone which lied on the nightstand.

Should I call Harry? I really wanted to know why he was such in a worked up mood but what if the number I had wasn't his anymore.

I'll talk to him about it tomorrow.

***

I couldn't sleep. Yet again thoughts filled with nothing but Zayn.

Did he get a room? Where was his room? Was he sleeping okay? Was he having nightmares again?

Luckily I had packed his shirt so that I could sleep in it. Even though he wasn't here, the scent of his shirt would have to do. It was starting to fade since the smell of his cigs became less and less but his cologne still stained the shirt.

Instead of forcing myself back to sleep, I decided to get some fresh air outside the small balcony of my room. Maybe the scenery of the quiet, small town will help clear my head. As I slid the door opened, I looked up to observe the hundreds, maybe even thousands, of stars that shined through the dark night sky. The moon looked extra iridescent tonight.

"Couldn't sleep?" A voice from beside me asked and I jumped, not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour.

It was Zayn. His room was next to mine. I suppressed the tint of happiness that erupted when I saw him - in a batman halter and some black pants, his jet black hair messily covering his forehead, leaning against the brick wall of the hotel.

"Yeah," I simply replied, crossing my arms while seating myself on one edge of the balcony.

"Me too." Nightmares again, I assumed. The thought of him going through those reoccurring dreams ripped my heart open a little. "Mia, I'm sorry," he said that so many times already. I think this was the seventeenth time he repeated it. Now I know how he felt when I apologized redundantly.