Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 90. Happy.

Chapter 90

A/n

This is how I reason Mia's actions.

She's doing this because she knows that it will never be the same with Zayn ever again. After what he did, kissing Perrie and accusing her of cheating with Jacob, she doesn't have confidence that she will love him as much as she used to and she doesn't want to hang on to him knowing that someone else will come along that could love him more than her.

Mia's POV

"I forgave you because I love you... Because I love you so damn much, I foolishly still hold onto you."

The splashes of cold water against my skin washed the words for the first time since last night away from my head as I leaned over the sink. Using the small hand towel, I dried the remaining drops of water from my face and forced a smile as I surveyed myself in the mirror.

"Be happy, Mia," I murmured aloud, never losing eye contact with the unpolished girl in the mirror. "You have to be happy. This is what you wanted. This is for the best. Nothing lasts forever. Okay .. Okay.."

With a coerced sigh, I opened the door to the washroom only to find Zayn leaning against his bedroom door, his head moving upward as soon as he noticed he wasn't alone in the hallway.

"Who were you talking to in there?" Zayn questioned, his tone clearly taunting me.

"Uh..Myself." It was too late to back out. "Did you hear what I said?"

"No." He crossed his arms, raising one brow. "But now that you mention it, I'm curious. What did you say?"

"Nothing," I briskly muttered before charging off into my room to change.

"Hey, Mia," his deep voice lured me around. I noticed that he was now leaning on the door of the water closet. "I'll take you to work today...if that's alright with you, of course?" He added the last part so cautiously while rubbing the back of his neck. I could see he was making an effort to respect what I wanted.

"Sure," I smiled weakly. "I'd like that."

He returned a smile on his lips as I watched him close the door on me. When I entered my room and shut my own door, I leaned backwards, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of chamomiles of Zayn's guestroom.

I padded over to the window, pulled aside the curtains to assess the weather outside. Cloudy with a little snowfall.

Walking over to the dresser where I had placed all my clothes, I quickly assembled something appropriate - grey dress pants with a white top that I tucked inside the waist along with a beige blazer. The last thing I grabbed was my coat which I slipped onto my arm and stepped out.

The door of the washroom was now open and I assumed Zayn was in his room, probably changing also.

Did he have work today?

I would really like to see him sing at least one more time just like before when I used to watch from behind that glass; he stood there, so naturally, so comfortably as he sang his lyrics. It was .. Something I wished to see before we --

"You ready?" Zayn popped from his room in dark navy skinnies and a plain white tee with a khaki colored peacoat, a black beanie covering his hair.

I nodded slightly and took a step forward but fell back the next as something pulled me in that direction. When I looked down to see Zayn's long fingers laced around mine, I stood frozen, uncertain if I should pull away or stay like this. Not even two seconds passed as I pondered my decision, and Zayn hauled me even closer to him, never letting go of my hand. His eyes captivated mine as he managed a faint smile.