Twice in a Lifetime (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 98. Haircut.

Chapter 98

Mia's POV

As I laid on my side in bed, half awake, the last moment I remembered, I was sleeping on the couch with Zayn spouting an emotional confession. So either I walked myself up here or he carried me up here. The thought of Zayn carrying me sent a flurry in the pit of my stomach, my romantic heart fluttering erratically in my chest.

"Morning," his voice called from the direction of the door. I shifted onto my bum, my legs straight as my back leaned against the headboard.

"Hey," I said to greet him.

He had changed out of his suit into a white halter and grey sweatpants. His hair was no longer sleek and shiny like last night, rather the childhood look I always seemed to like better.

"I'm sorry for last night," he said, leaning his shoulder against the door frame as his hands were stuffed deep into his pockets.

"It's okay. There's really nothing to be sorry about." I grabbed my hair into one hand, moving it all to one side. His gaze went from me, to the floor, then back to me. "What?"

"Can I take you to work today?" He asked and I chuckled half heartedly.

"I don't think I have that much of a choice, now do I? My car is still at the company since I had to drive a certain drunk person home," I tried to joke but he didn't find it amusing. "Too soon."

"A little bit."

It wasn't hard for me to figure out why Zayn was a little bummed out. Even though it would be selfish of me to think that the reason was me, it was obvious that reality had caught up to him.

The reason Zayn came to get me was because he had breakfast ready. I told him I would get dressed and be down there in five minutes.

After throwing on some black dress pants, a white shirt with a Peter Pan collar, and a grey cardigan, I grab my bag and black peacoat and head downstairs to eat breakfast. I wasn't disappointed in Zayn's cooking - French toast sticks, pancakes, and some hash browns . He even brewed me a cup of Jasmine tea, my favorite.

First, we talked about where Harry and Niall went. Apparently, Harry returned to L.A while Niall stayed in London. Then Zayn brought up the proposal from last night, remarking that it was rather showy showy that the guy would propose at such an event. That the girl was pressured into saying yes with an audience.

"I think you're wrong, I said as soon as he finished his little rant. "I think he just wanted support, maybe even a little courage and he wanted the share the happiness with their coworkers. However, I see what you're saying though. But proposals are meant to be a once in a lifetime kinda thing. He wanted it to be special, and it was definitely that. And maybe she was pressured, but she could have said no if she wanted." Zayn stared at me wide eyed and I ended up apologizing, which only made him laugh.

When was the last time I heard that laugh?

I'll probably never hear it again so I might as well take it all in now before ...

On our drive to Vance Corporations, I silently wondered if he heard the things I said to him last night. He hadn't mentioned anything this morning so I assumed he didn't. My assumptions were almost always wrong but I was sure this time, I'd be right.

He was pretty drunk. Although I didn't recall him drinking that many glasses of alchol, his threshold for alcohol was slightly lower. I've seen him drunk many times, I don't know if I can take seeing me be the cause of that again.

"I'll call you when you get off," Zayn said to me before I stepped out of my side. I weakly smiled and nodded.

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