Hate That I Love You

9. Perrie - I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

“Hello?” As soon as I heard his voice I felt a surge of relief, no matter how sleepy he sounded. Nobody else was answering my calls, they’re all probably busy and I had no other choice but to call Zayn. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

I just hope even if we’re at each other’s throats every day he has the heart to help me now.

“Z—Zayn? It’s Perrie, I know it’s late but I need your help.” I try not to let him know I was crying, but it sounds like it anyway. There’s no point in hiding it.

“What happened? Where the fuck are you?” He says, but his voice is soft and laced with worry, not like the angry and irritated tone I was expecting.

It was raining so hard and I’m literally soaked from head to toe, to make it worst I’m crying so hard my eyes were starting to hurt. I was just sitting underneath a small bakery roof and I don’t know where I am exactly, but what I know is I’m lost and I can’t find my way back to the hotel we’re staying at. I look around me and I only notice the small sign of the bakery to give him a hint. “I—I don’t know where I am. I’m right outside a bakery called Parisian Treats but it’s closed.”

“Shit, it’s raining so hard.” He says, and the line went dead.

I don’t know what happened, I looked at my phone to see it without any signal left, probably because of the rain and we’re out of the UK. I hope he picks me up, because if he doesn’t, I’m going to die of hypothermia out here.

I still can’t wrap my head around how I got into this situation. I’ve been waiting for our stop here in Paris for about 2 months now and I was so excited when I arrived here, only to have my hopes crushed. My head hurts but I think my heart is suffering more.

We arrived in Paris before lunch time, and then we headed to the hotel to get settled. I was bubbling with excitement about plans to roam around the city with Eric.

I can’t even think of his name anymore.

When 6 pm arrived, we started the first show which ended at 8 pm. Eric then picked me up after the show, and I even dressed up nicely just for him. Now the yellow dress and black heels I got on looked like a bad idea because I’m currently hugging myself for warmth and shuddering in the rain. Why did things have to be this way?

We planned on eating dinner before we went around the city and he took me to a fancy French restaurant that I couldn’t even pronounce the name of. It sounded like the perfect date to me and I always imagined the night ending with a kiss, not with us having a huge fight and me running away from him and getting lost in the rain.

“Happy 2 months to us.” I tell him when we toast our wine glasses together and he smiles warmly, “How was your first show in Paris?”

“Really great,” I smile up at him, “how about you and your meeting?”

He frowns, “Stressful, but let’s not talk about that, I want us to have a nice evening together.”