Vacant

Chapter 3

I shove a handful of popcorn into my mouth as The Notebook plays on the big screen. It was a cold Saturday night and since Sierra had a modeling gig somewhere in Japan, I had the flat all to myself. Zayn and I originally had plans of hanging out tonight but he said some meeting came up with his publishers.

I officially hate publishers.

I miss Zayn. It's only been three weeks since we've been together yet it already feels like he is that missing piece I never even knew was missing. I look at my phone and stare at it. Should I call him? Maybe later. "Distance makes the heart grow fonder," I whisper to the cold air.

I return my attention to the screen and take a deep breath. "Don't be the needy girlfriend, Nike."

"Oh fuck it." I say as I dial his number.

The phone rings and a woman answers. Because I was startled, I hang up. I then check if I had dialed the right number. I dial the number again and like the first time, it is a woman's voice I hear.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Zayn." I try to say firmly but my voice shakes.

"He's taking a shower," the woman says.

"Who's this? I'll let him know when he gets out." she adds.

"No way," I say as I put my phone down. Is he cheating on me?

He is, isn't he?  

Zayn was the only reason I still liked waking up each morning. My life is a complete mess. My career has been thrown into the trash. And now, the only good thing in my life's going to be taken away as well. Fuck this. I get up from the couch and head to the fridge.

Please tell me there's some alcohol in there.

Thankfully, Sierra always kept a secret stash of Heineken.

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"It's only been weeks since we got together and you're already cheating on me?" I laugh as I look at the cans of beer I had chugged down. I get my phone from the couch and start dialing his number.

The ringing stops. "I'm going to freaking punch you if you ever show your face near me again!"

"You are such a pretentious twat," I sob.

"Say something." I demand.

"Nikey, are ye crying?" It was Niall's voice. Had I dialed his number instead of Zayn's?

"I'm not." I stand up from the couch.

"Where are you? I'll come get you."

"What do you care? You kicked me out of your life and threw me out, remember?" I cry harder. It was painful to hear Niall's voice.

"Just tell me where you are."

"I'm at Sierra's." I answer. He hangs up and I plop down on the couch. I accidentally sit on the remote control and the channel changes. The screen now displayed a sports channel.

It was a live telecast of a Derby match.

Did he actually leave in the middle of a football game to look for me?

I can't believe I was so stupid to let my stupid jealousy over his football obsession get in the way of our relationship. Truth be told, I still miss him. Niall was my first boyfriend. My first kiss. My first love. He was my first everything. And he was good to me. It's only normal to miss him. And since Zayn's cheating on me, maybe it was destiny's way of telling me I belong to Niall.

* * *

I had prepared a speech in my head on the things I wanted to tell Niall. From how sorry I am for what happened to how much I wanted him back. When the doorbell rings, I dash towards the door.