You sang quietly as you painted your nail. Zayn was staying at your house for the weekend and tonight you decided to go on a dinner date which meant you have to look your best. "I thought you fucking loved me?" Zayn bursted in a room making you flinch and hit nail polish, making it spill all over the floor. "Zayn! You see what you've done? I'll mess my nails now!" "Answer me Y/N" "What?" You yelled back, not actually listening to him since that nail was the biggest thing on your mind at the moment. "I asked you if you loved me? And why are you still talking to your ex?" Your head shot up, your eyes wondering in surprise. "What? I've seen the messages Y/N. Don't try to hide it. Your cheating on me aren't you?" One single tear slipped down his angelic face. "Zayn, I'm not cheating on you." Small laugh escaped your eyes. "Read what the date says." His eyes travelled to the phone screen. "UPS?" "Please delete them and get out so I can get ready."
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