Chasing Forever (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chasing Forever ( Chapter 4 )

Sorry I haven't written in a while... I've just been quite busy.

But here's chapter 4! :)

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(Libby's P.O.V.)

"Have you even called him at all?"

It'd been a week since my date with Zayn and honestly, I'd been a complete wreck. Suddenly seeing him after two torturous years was enough to send any girl into a nervous melt-down. I had accepted Zayn's apology, but I was still debating on whether or not I wanted to let him into my life again. Especially not with the whole---

"Libby Nichols, are you even listening to me?" Robbie snapped on the other line, his high-pitched voice cracking at the end.

Tightening my coat with a sigh, I nodded my head. "Yeah, I heard you."

"Well?" He hissed and I could already imagine him pursing his lips and rolling his eyes dramatically. "You've got to give that boy a buzz. He's an attractive celebrity; so if you don't get on that now, you might as well kiss that ass goodbye."

When a car horn honked beside me, I squeaked and dropped my phone. Glaring over my shoulder as I bent down to retrieve my mobile, I prepared myself to curse out the bloody wanker but then my eyes widened. Poking his curly-haired head out the window, he laughed as he smiled at me. "Well, if it isn't Miss Libby Nichols!"

Grabbing my phone, I whispered a quick "I'll talk to you later, Robbie," before hanging up. "What are you doing here, Harry?"

He simply shrugged, his smile never fading. "I was just out for a gander. What about you?" He hiked his thumb in the direction of the hospital right behind us. "Something wrong, Libby?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing really. Just helping out."

"You have a heart of gold," He swung open his other door, nodding his head to the side. "Come on. I'll give you a ride where ever."

Arching an eyebrow, I smirked. "I'd much rather walk though. It's such a beautiful day---" I was cut off by a rumble of thunder. When I glanced over at Harry again, a smirk had spread over his scarlet lips. "On second thought, your car seems like a lovely escape from this storm to come."

Slipping into the passenger seat, I yanked off my beanie, fluffing my wavy hair over my shoulders. "I should kill you for doing that to me, Harry." I crossed my arms over my chest as he started the car back up. "That wasn't even fair!"

"Are you really going to yell at me because of that?" Harry laughed, rolling his eyes. "I reunited you with the love of your life. I do believe I deserve a 'thank you' for that."

Reaching over, I patted his shoulder. "Thank you." When he cocked his brow and peeked over at me from the corner of his eye, I smiled. "I mean it. Even though I almost fainted at the sight of him again, I'm glad you tricked us."

Pulling up into the drive-through at Starbucks, he then faced me. "Why haven't you called Zayn, Libby?" When I bit my lip, he frowned. "He's been locked up in his flat clutching his phone to his chest for the past week."

My eyes widened and I twisted a strand of hair around my finger. If I'd known Zayn had been in such bad shape waiting for my call, I probably would've buzzed him a long time ago. Pressing my lip together, I shrugged. "I never got his number."

"You could've just asked Robbie to give you my number then gotten it from me," He rolled his eye as we pulled up to a window, the worker's eyes widening at the sight of him. "You want anything, Libby?" He asked, smiling at me.