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Zahraa&Jaymi<3

A/N this one shot was for a lovely girl who was so polite when she messaged me for it but it seems her account has been closed. I hope she will get a chance to see this!

Zahraa's POV

"I'm sick of this Jaymi!", I yelled.

"Sick of what?", he challenged.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

"You", I said barely a whisper, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

But he did.

"Really?", his eyes were full of sadness. He picked up his jacket from the arm of the sofa, walking past me. He didn't look at me. He opened the door then closed it.

I sighed again and collapsed down onto the sofa, bursting into tears. Why did I say that? It wasn't his fault.

The reason we were arguing, is because we're meant to be going on holiday during our breaks from work but he's choosing to go away with his mates (the Union J boys) during the break from the tour. Which leaves me. At home. With no-one. My best friend who lives two doors away from me is even going away to the Maldives for a holiday. Jaymi and I were going to Paris, for a romantic break since we hardly get to see each other due to our schedules- I work as a model and I'm sometimes travelling to do shoots and he's a member of Union J who travels too for tours. But instead of choosing to go away with me to Paris to spend quality time together, he chooses to go to Spain with the lads.

I sat there, just drowning in my tears, thinking what should I do?

*Half an hour later*

It felt like hours had passed when the door opened. I wiped away any signs of tears from my face. Then realised it would be no use since my make-up was bound to be ruined by now and the fact I'd have dried black mascara down my cheeks. I stood up from the sofa, pulling down the sleeves of my sweater. Jaymi hung his jacket on the hook by the door and entered the living room. He took one look at my tear stained face and rushed over to my side.

"Have you been crying?", he asked, wiping a few stray tears from my cheeks.

I nodded. "Yeah", I whispered quietly.

"Why?"

I sighed. "Sit down"

He did as I said and I took a seat beside him.

"It's because of us arguing. I hate it Jaymi. I hate it! It feels like you don't want to be with my anymore or spend any time with me", I sniffed looking at my lap.

He lifted my chin up so I was looking at him. "Zahraa, don't cry. I hate us arguing too. But hey, no relationship is perfect"

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm not sick of you. Go on holiday with the lads. Enjoy yourself", I weakly smiled.

"No", he said. I looked at him, a confused expression spreading across my face.

"I'm not going on holiday with the lads. I had a bit of time to clear my head and realise things. Zahraa, I realised I spend too much time with the boys and not enough with you. I see the boys everyday. Whereas, we hardly see each other. Baby, we're going to Paris. We need a break",he kissed my cheek.

"Oh, Jaymi. Are you sure?", I asked.

"Yeah", he smiled again. "I love you Zahraa"

"I love you too", I told him as a smile spread across my face,

He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He moved a piece of my hair from my face and placed his lips on mine.

I realised one thing: Jaymi and I's relationship might not be perfect. We might argue and fight. No relationship is perfect but ours is perfect enough for me.