Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 95. Neutral.

Chapter 95

Zayn's POV

I stirred in the bed just enough to know that it wasn't my bed. It takes me two moments to recall the events of what happened last night. With eyes still closed, flashes of Mia appear before them and I satisfyingly smiled to myself.

Being with her was only something I could only ever imagine in my dreams. And waiting this long to have her was definitely worth the bloody wait. It made it all that more special. Even though it didn't happen in the most romantic place, or at the most conventional time, it was still perfect. The fact that she let me, allowed me to see her so vulnerable, touch her in the most exquisite way let me know that she was still mine.

Even though she was inexperienced, that made it all more meaningful. She was saving herself for someone special, I remember her telling me, and I was that person. I was that person to someone like Mia Vance.

I could still remember her head laying on the pillow as mine rested on her stomach as she wore the jumper I had worn last night. When I looked up at her sleeping soundlessly in the morning dawn, her face looked smashingly angelic. She was my angel, my savior.

And after what happened, she wouldn't leave. She wouldn't leave me, would she?

Don't be stupid, Zayn. Don't be hopeful.

Mia would still leave. Mia was the type of woman to do this to herself, she liked pushing people away, isolating herself. She did that to Harry, she did that to me previously. She lived in that bloody house so far away from anybody for so long even after her mum passed. She would never admit it, but she did have a choice. She had a choice not to stay there .. but she chose to stay by herself.

How could she leave after how she looked me in the eyes while I ...

I was getting angry for no good reason. I should be .. well not be angry. After what happened last night, I am the most content guy on the fucking planet. I just ... I just couldn't see how she could still plan to leave me after the special moment we had shared last night. I wouldn't understand it.

With a groan, I reached out, hoping to embrace Mia in my arms. I wanted gain but when my hand hit the surface of the bed, one of my eyes opened, seeing nothing but an empty space next to me.

Panic rolled over me, pulling me with it.

She was gone.

Mia was gone.

No.

No. Hell to the fucking no. That was impossible. Tell me this is some sick fucking nightmare of mine.

Did she leave me already? Did she fucking leave me like this?!

And not even a fucking goodbye.

I jumped out from the covers, picked up my trousers on the floor and slipped my legs through as I stormed through the hallway, down the steps so fast I almost tripped.

When did she fucking leave? How did I not fucking hear her?

I was beginning to hate the fact that I was a deep sleeper. I could sleep through anything ... except those damn nightmares.

I found my solace when my vision fixed on a girl standing in the kitchen, her back facing me as she washed something in the sink, her hair tied into a low ponytail with a rubber band. She was still wearing my jumper, with an apron tied onto her back. I was surprised she didn't hear my overdramatic entrance when I jumped the last two steps. I guess she was too distracted with what she was doing. What was she doing so early?

I quietly ambled towards her, each foot step bringing me closer her soothing scent. My arms found their way around her waist and she flinched, startled at the touch.