Up there is my very first edit of Zia but I fixed it a little bit (:
Chapter 74
Mia's POV
After I made the call (luckily my father had saved their number on his cell), I handed his phone over to him and said my goodbye without any further conversation. I wasn't so sure if I could ever be in the same room with him again. Nor those who kept all of this from me.
They probably saw me as a spoiled daughter and if not that, they probably pitied me. I was sure my father told them the reason behind all this - my episodes of emotional mood swings. They probably thought they were doing some good, helping out a poor girl who's suffered one of the most complex human conditions.
When I exited his office, Mrs. Reynolds immediately stood up, telling me that Winnie dropped off my suitcase in my hotel room.
Hotel room? Of course. Where else would I be staying. Even though I hated the idea of sleeping here, in my father's hospitality, I didn't have enough money to book a hotel room by myself. and since staying here was basically free, I figured why not.
I asked her for the key card but she explained to me that our hotels no longer employed them. Instead it was done with each individual guest's fingerprint scans.
Fingerprints?
Fancy. Safety precautions, I presume.
She registered me in by taking my index finger and placing it on what looked like a mobile scanning device.
She handed me a white note with the number of my hotel room before I walked back to the lift, attempting not to get lost on my way to my room.
There was a small blue monitor where a doorknob should've been when I reach my room. My finger found its way to the glowing square and a high pitched beep went off, unlocking the door.
The room was absolutely massive. I expected to see a bed and maybe a desk and a TV on the wall but it was like a whole living room. I could see the bedroom across from me, my luggage stood at the foot of the bed.
I slowly padded over there, grabbing and setting the suitcase on the bed. When I unzipped the ends, my eyes strayed to the three things laying in the center of my clothes. All of three of them reminding me of Zayn. They were good things, things that I brought along with me because I cherished them so damn much and now - they were just excruciating to look at.
What hurts me the most was Zayn not trusting me enough to tell me these things. If he was comfortable with me, he would not have kept this a secret. Even though he said he felt horrible for keeping this from me, that wasnt enough for me not to feel anger towards him.
I just wish he told me all this earlier so I wouldn't have to learn it from the man who I called my dad because who knows if Zayn would've told me. I couldn't read his mind or predict his actions. Because if Harry didn't say anything, would he have kept that kiss from me. And if my father didn't say anything, would he have kept all of this from me too?
Maybe this was why he provoked me with his hurtful words. He didn't want me to involve myself with him because he was sick of me. Because he no longer wanted to associate himself with me.
But he told you he regretted it, my subconscious reminded me.
Feeling angry, I shut the suitcase, slamming the lid, praying that Zayn's things would disappear. I didn't want to touch them nor even see them.
Initially, I had a hard time deciding what I wanted to do about Zayn. To forgive him or not forgive him. To be by his side or not be by his side. To love him or not love him. That's the thing ... I could not not love him.
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Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)
FanfictionSequel to Once in a Lifetime... Zayn Javadd Malik was my first love and I thought we would be forever. Little did I know that life had its own plans for me.