a/n - sorry for messing around the whole plot line, but I really want to write this chapter in 3rd person - so no zayn, no thalia. i think it would be quite cool to write a chapter like this so yea, get ready
ps im updating today bc i just got my science gcse results and i got 3 A's and an A* im so happy and yea ily
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love always, charlie. x
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XXII. little miseries
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The morning began as normal for Thalia; she checked the mail, nothing but bills, and then chose from one of her dad's vinyls.
It'd been roughly two weeks since Zayn left to go on tour, but she was doing okay, despite the huge gaping hole in her heart, of course.
Zayn phoned more often than she expected him to, and she was pleasantly surprised.
It was now the beginning of November, and whilst the days got colder, the central heating got warmer. Today, Thalia went into the shop and bought some food - she didn't eat a lot, but when she did, it was enough to feed a horse.
The rain came down harsh and hard later that afternoon, so she finished making her cup of tea and took it upstairs, switching on the TV in her room and putting on Clueless.
Around half an hour later, there was a knock at the door.
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Zayn was anxious; what if Lia wasn't in?
He was on another two day break between concerts, and his four best friends were most likely going to party tonight, but Zayn had other plans.
As the door finally opened, he saw Thalia gasp, with her thick, black eyebrows raising and pink lips opening comically.
"Miss me?" He asked, stepping around her to let himself in.
She finally smiled, hugging him tightly, so tightly that he had to prise her off him.
"Well, anyway, I missed you. I'm off for a couple days," he explained. He noticed how warm the flat was in comparison to her.
She still hadn't said a word, and instead of trying, kissed him with such fervent urgency it almost knocked him off his feet.
"Oh," she finally managed between kisses. "God," she whispered, laughing as their foreheads rested together.
She put her cold little hand in his, like her soul was gathered in one spot, and took him inside. The apartment was as beige as it was simple. He found its lucidity comforting.
"Want a drink?" She asked, and he nodded, already making himself at home. She couldn't help but smile.
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He cuddled into her a little more, his head settling in the nook of her shoulder.
He noticed everything in that moment of silence; the way her skin smelled, warm and like apricots, and the feel of her long sleeved top against his arm.
He noticed how she must use fabric softener, because, god, there was no other way her clothes could feel as satin smooth as her skin and not be her skin.
He lifted his head at the sound of his name from her soft lips.
"Yeah?" He answered quietly, like his words were tiptoeing through the air.
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