Heartless

Chapter 18

Carissa's POV

One week.

It's been one whole week since me and Zayn ever, well, saw each other. There has been no contact ever since the night when I told Zayn I didn't want to have sex with him.

This is so frustrating.

But today is going to be the day I'm going to confront him, tell him that I'm not afraid of having sex with him. I've been so--as stupid as it sounds--lonely without him.

I miss his touch, his smile, and just him. And I'm desperately waiting for the clock to turn 10:00am, because that's when Zayn usually wakes up.

It's 9:59 when I'm standing in front of Zayn's door, waiting for my phone to turn 10:00 so I can knock on his door.

"C'mon," I mumble as I focus my attention to my phone. It seems like forever, but the time turns to 10 and I desperately knock on the door.

My anxiety level is up to a 9 out of 10 and my heart is basically thumping out if my chest, waiting for Zayn to open the door.

The sound of the door unlocking makes my heart jump as I feel the smile on my face hurt. But it falls when a female opens the door, her messy black hair framing her face.

"Mm, hey," she nods tiredly, scratching her head.

No, he wouldn't.

"Um, mind if I ask," the smile on my face is gone, now replaced with a frown, "did you and him um-"

"Had sex?" She finishes, smiling, "yeah we did, and it was amazing."

You don't even know that he's my boyfriend. I want to tell her, but I bite my tongue.

"Oh," I blink away my tears and step back, "sorry to wake you."

"It's alright, have a nice day," she yawns slightly.

A fake a smile at her, "You too." She gives me one last nod before shutting the door, leaving me in the hallway.

I need to leave this place, now.

Quickly rushing inside my apartment, I head into my bedroom and grab a duffle. I start filling it with clothes that'll last me a day, or it should last me a week. My tears are blurring my vision as I finish packing my stuff, and head out of my bedroom.

Going on my phone, I call Liam and wait for him to pick up.

"Carissa?" He speaks first. The tears never stopped falling from my face as the thought of Zayn having sex with another girl while we're together.

"Liam," I start sobbing. Way to go Carissa. "C-Can you pick me up?"

"What happened? You sound like you're crying," he states.

"Liam please pick me up, I just need to get away from here." I cough as I sling my duffle over my shoulder and walk out my apartment, making sure to lock my door as I head down to the lobby.

"Okay, I'm driving right now, I'll be there soon," he says quickly and I end the call, putting my phone in my pocket as I sit outside of the complex.

It takes no more than five minutes when I see the familiar black car pull up in front of me. The window rolls down and I stand to see Liam hop out, and rush to me.

"What happened to you?" He asks, grabbing my duffle and putting it in the back seat before opening the passenger seat. I shake my head and climb in and Liam shuts the door, and enters in the drivers seat, pulling out of the place.