Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 37

Rosalie's Pov

The last few days that I spent here in Bradford have been like a dream. I just adore Zayn's family and once again I am torn that I am leaving tonight. Little Safaa has insisted on watching movies, which I didn't mind at all. Zayn on the other hand would rather pack up things, which he did by the way. One of us have to anyway, and I am terrible at packing and have no patience for it. And I also tend to reorganize all the packed stuff.

So here we are all four us, Safaa, Doniya, Wahliya and I; watching Aladdin. Safaa has been latched onto me all day, knowing I'll be leaving soon. So I have spent every possible second that I could with her. "I want a pet tiger." Safaa says.

"A pet tiger huh?"

"Yeah, just like Princess Jasmine. Im going to name him Raja too."

"Wouldn't you be scared? What if he tries to eat you? Hmm? What if he goes rawr, I'm going to eat you." I begin to tickle her and she giggles like crazy.

"Okay, okay no tiger." I stop tickling her and she wipes and escaped tear from laughing to hard.

"We should get going." Zayn voices reaches my ears from the top of the stairs and I turn to look at Safaa who has a small pout on her face.

"Do you really have to go?" Her lower lips begins to quiver.

"Yes I do but I'll see you soon. Okay?" She nods her head. I get up from the couch and I go up stairs with Zayn. All of our suitcases are already packed and I strap on my new  boots. I love them so much.

I let out a small sigh. "Babe?"

"Yeah?" I look over to Zayn who looks at me concerned.

"You okay?" He comes to sit next to me on the bed and takes my hands into his.

"Yeah, I just... I just hate leaving this place. I've grown to love it so much and your family. They make me feel like I'm part of them. You know?" I look down onto the floor.

"I know babe." He kisses my forehead and I smile a little. "We can come back whenever you want." He uses his hand to tilt my face to look at him. "Okay?"

"Okay."

We say our goodbyes and of course some tears were shed. I know Zayn said we could come back whenever we want but leaving this household is like I'm leaving a piece of myself with them. The night is super cold and I tug my jacket around me tighter. Zayn watches the city pass by in a blur. I know it kills him to leave his family too. Once we reach the airport we check in our bags and then play the waiting game. Zayn likes arriving a few hours early to make sure we don't miss our flight so I just scroll through twitter. I have gotten one since Zayn and the lads insisted but I truly see no point to it. Most of my so called fan base do follow me but most of them are haters that always comment rude things. The same goes for my instagram so I don't really spend that much time on social media.

Since the airport is relatively small there's no many people and since it's night time as well it's kind of relieving that there isn't many people. Usually when the airport is crowded, people swarm Zayn trying to get a picture or an autograph.

Our flight is called and Zayn grabs a hold of my hand as we walk towards the entrance. We're the first ones to get on since he bought first class tickets. I get my carry on item and stow it up in the overhead cabinet and take my seat next to Zayn. Once all the passengers are loaded we take off. I look out the window watching as we get higher and higher and all you can make out is the lights from down below.

I lean my head back onto the seat and stare out while playing Where do you belong on my new phone that Zayn got me for Christmas. No more glitching phone. The music gives me this blissful feeling and I can't stop myself from smiling. I reminisce about the first time I layed eyes on Zayn, and I think about everything else that led up to this moment.

Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming and this isn't real at all. I mean I have the most incredible boyfriend ever and I found my family, whom didn't want to give me up and are taking me in, I got four other amazing friends. And all of this just happened in a mere of five months. A month of just knowing him and four months with being his girlfriend.

I close my eyes as I hum along to the song and I let out a sigh of content. The next thing I know Zayn is lightly shaking me awake, telling me it's time to get off. I yawn and stretch out my arms as he gets my carry on and we walk out of the plane.

Zayn has already arranged a driver to take us to his house and as the drive goes on he doesn't let go of my hand. I can't believe it's almost the end of the year in a two days. Where does the time go?

When we pull into the driveway, Zayn pays the man generously and helps get our luggage out of the trunk. We enter the warm house and I notice a rather large box on the wooden table. It's a white box with a gigantic red ribbon tide around it. There's a small envelope and on it is my name neatly written in cursive.

"Who's is it for?" Zayn asks me.

"It's for me but I'm not sure from who."

"It's from your parents." I hear Harry's voice and I look up to find him walking down the stairs. "When I arrived they were on the front steps ringing the doorbell.

"Hi Harry." I beam and I embrace him into a hug. But I immediately pull away when I realize how this sort of affection gets Zayn riled up.

"Zayn." Harry says in a monotone voice.

"Harry." Zayn replies back dryly. I just wish they would put this all behind them. "Look. Zayn begins to say. Oh god please not another argument. "Since New Years is around the corner, how about we put this petty shit behind us. And start anew."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Harry smiles and Zayn reciprocates that smile. I am so glad they are back to good terms. Harry then retreats to the living room.

"I'm so proud of you Zayn." I swing my arms around his neck and give him a kiss. "I'm glad you guys are back to being friends."

"Me too, I realized I was just being a jealous bloke and Harry would never be the type of guy to steal my girl." My girl. I have to contain the squeals that are trying to break loose. I love it when he calls me his. it makes my heart beat a hundred times faster and it send this jolt of happiness through out my body. "Open the box yeah. I want to see what's inside." I have completely forgotten about the box.

But first I open the envelope.

Dear Rosalie,

 This is on behalf of me, your mother. I designed especially for you and I hope you do enjoy this gift and I hope you wear it to our New Years Party. Looking forward to seeing you again.

- Lucy Ramos A.K.A Your Mum xx

I open the box and my mouth goes agape.

A/N I know i took forever to update (bad Claudia) lol but honestly I feel like nobody is reading this anymore and I'm not sure if I want to continue this story. I have been trying to go back an editing this whole story because honestly I'm a shit writer.

If you want me to continue this story please let me know other wise idk maybe I'll end up deleting it or something.