l'Amour sans Limites (A Zayn Malik Love story)

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“Hello?” the thick voice answered.

“Hey....Is it true?”

Devika’s POV

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about” I heard on the other line. I could easily spot the lie behind that statement. He could never lie to me.

“You and I know very well that that’s a lie, right Ni?” I asked, trying my best to keep the quivering of my voice. He lying to me already gave me the answer to my question. I just wanted to hear it verbally from him.

“I’m sorry Devika....I...I” I heard a sigh and he resumed talking, “I’ll call you later, yeah? It’s uh...” His Irish voice lagged off...

“Just say yes or no....Is Zayn cheating on me with Perrie?” I asked with the sternest voice I could manage.

“I don’t know...He’s not really talking to all of us.  He avoids the topic, though! I’m pretty sure it’s just a rumour, D! Don’t worry. He loves you too much to let you go...” He said.

He loves you too much to let you go....

Too much to let me go....

Does he?

“But, he’s not answering my phone calls! I’ve been worried sick!” I exclaimed.

“I’m really sorry, D...Wish I could let you know, but...Zayn’s never been so distant from us before.” He sighed.

“If you talk to him, can you ask him to call me back? I would really like to hear things from him” I said and hung up, not waiting for a reply from Niall.

I threw my phone lightly on the couch and got down on my knees. I know I’m over reacting, but I can’t help but worry.

Tears flowed endlessly down my cheeks.

I need to get my mind off things.

I went to the dining table and picked up the grocery bag and stocked up the fridge and cabinets. I took the brown paper bag that had the test kit. I was in no mood to find out if I was pregnant presently, when there are chances of my marriage breaking. I went upstairs and angrily threw the paper bag on the top shelf of the cupboard.

It was evening by the time. I lay down on my bed, tears still flowing down my face, soaking the pillow and blanket near my face.

I slept off, not bothering dinner.

27th November

Tomorrow was mine and Zayn’s wedding anniversary

And still, no sign of existence from Zayn. He neither answered my calls, nor called back. It was as if he did not exist in my world. I recorded many voicemails daily, but never got a call back. Rumours of Perrie and Zayn started to roam more violently than before.

There were even trends on twitter #Zerrie. Fans had already started shipping them. That hurt. Every day, I would log in to twitter to hear something from Zayn. There was no tweet since he posted from the Koffee with Karan sets.

I was in front of my laptop again. No tweet from Zayn. Tears fell.

The past few days have been only starving myself, calling Zayn, crying over rumours and reading Twitter. I did absolutely nothing else. I was depressed. I rarely ate.

I checked the time and it was 3pm. Time for a late lunch!

I picked up two slices of bread and spread mayonnaise and put two slices of cucumber between them. I had it and it felt cool and wonderful.

I slept again. I felt tired a lot, even if I did nothing much.

Woke up at 6 and checked twitter again. More tweets with #Zerrie. I couldn’t stand it, so I shut it down and ate dinner. I slept off without much thought

I woke up a few hours later and it was 3 in the morning.

I stretched and walked to the bathroom, knowing I won’t get any more sleep.

I took a warm shower and went downstairs and had my usual meal-bread, mayonnaise and cucumber.

I had changed for the worse in the past few weeks. I hardly ate. Even though I slept, my eyes had sunken in and my hair lost my shine. But to my confusion, I didn’t lose weight. I hadn’t talked to Zayn or the boys in a long time. Niall calls me, but he says that I am apparently disinterested and sounds cold. It was true; I only answer one-words.

I transferred my breakfast in a plate and went back upstairs to our room.

Our room....

I opened my laptop and sat in front of it, opening twitter to stalk Zayn’s account. While the page was opening, I grabbed my phone and dialled Zayn.

Voicemail

“Hi! You’ve reached Zayn! I’m sorry, but I can’t take your call right now, so leave a message after the beep”

Beeep

“Hi Zayn...I’m missing you...Call me back, maybe?” and I hung up!

Why is he doing this to me?

I turned around and faced my laptop. They were in Japan, Niall told me so.

I took Zayn’s twitter page and saw that he unfollowed me. My waterworks began as I saw the new tweet from him:

‘@zaynmalik1D: Yes! She said yes! #Zerrie fans rejoice! X’

I just read that many times, until my vision became blurry and I fell on the floor.

A/n: Okay! So i updated! And people voted that I write a teen fiction next, so that's what i'm gonna do! It's gonna be a little peak into my life as well! Thanks for all the readers who've stuck with my work so far...Big love to each and everyone of u! <3 :* 

#ASL is ending soon....