The Break Up Series - Five Oneshots

The Break Up - Zayn Malik

I sat at the table, waiting for the footsteps to finally approach me. He padded down the stairs, through the hall, and into the kitchen.

We shared the most awkward stare. His chocolate eyes glared at me with hate and regret. "So..." I said quietly. Zayn reached for a cup and poured coffee for himself. 

He brought the cup to his lips as he sat down, taking a sip with a satisfied ahh. "We made a mistake." He shrugged.

"Zayn-"

"It was a mistake." He raised his voice. "We were stupid."

I nodded, glancing at the fidgety way his fingers tapped on the table. "Are you mad at me?"

"No." He said quickly. "I'm just trying to make sense of how this all happened."

This was really going nowhere. He regretted it, while I enjoyed it. Zayn and I had this wonderful relationship that was terminated when he decided that living the single life, partying, and random hookups were better than I was.

"People do strange things when they're drunk." I whispered. "And we were talking last night, we just took it too far, I guess." 

"Yeah, no shit." He pfft.

A few more silent minutes passed. He continued to tap his fingers.

"It happened, alright?" He said, standing and setting his cup in the sink. He walked out of the kitchen, obviously on his way to leave.

I followed Zayn up, adamant that he couldn't make me feel this way without at least talking to me about it. He didn't get to hit it and quit it. I was more than that.

I was his best friend, his lover, and his girlfriend. We once had so much history and I wasn't going to let him walk out of my life again.

I stood in the doorway, watching him pull his trousers up. "What do you want?" He shot me a look of disgust.

"Can't we talk about this?" I begged, "You can't tell me that last night meant nothing to you." I brought my hands in front of me, twiddling my thumbs nervously.

"It happened!" Zayn screamed, "We got piss drunk and we fucked. It doesn't have to mean anything at all. And it certainly doesn't mean we're back together." 

My heart broke. "Do you feel anything for me anymore?" I asked tentatively.

Zayn simply shook his head. 

My lower lip quivered, "I spend every day missing you." I felt my voice catch, "You broke up with me so suddenly that it was a shock."

He looked at me, pitifully. "You can't hold on to something that's not there."

"I'm trying not to! But then we go and have sex and now it's so god damn confusing!" I shouted, "You were so excited to be with me last night," I clenched my fists, "And now it's like I'm nothing to you." 

"I would give anything in the world to stop loving you!" Zayn screamed. He walked up to me, inches from my face. "But for some reason, I just can't."

I didn't dare speak. The look in his eyes told me he wasn't done speaking.

"I can't because you keep pulling me in with how much you love me. You've loved me even though I gave up." He said, his voice was now a quiet tone. "You've always cared about me and my family. You made me feel like the luckiest guy on Earth. You're the most frustrating person I've ever met." He walked backwards, trying to find the bed, and he sat down.

"We don't work together." He threw his hands up, "We just don't. But I can't help but love you."

"So what now?" I shouted. "What do we do?"

Zayn flopped down on the bed, covering his face. "I can't do this. Maybe one day it will work out, but it's not today. It won't be tomorrow. Not even next week. I just need time away." 

He picked up his keys, his leather jacket, and his motorbike helmet, "Goodbye." He raced down the stairs and out the front door, shutting it with a bang. 

And I was left here, alone.