My Life Sucks Without you- A zayn Malik Love story

My Life Sucks Without you

Ok soooooo this is my 4th fanfic let me know what you think.. I also might do a Harry potter fanfic after my harry styles one or should I do another Niall/Louis one! Idk.. Let me know. LEGGOOOOOO

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Emmas p.o.v

" babe where are you?" I texted my boyfriend. He's always on time. He's never late. I started to walk over to his house that was only a few minutes away from the park where I was supposed to meet him. I knock on the front door. No answer. Luckly he gave me a key a few weeks back. I slipped the key into the lock and

gentely opened the front door. Some lights were on. I sighed in relief. At least I know he's ok. I walk through the giant house making my way to his room. The light was off in his room. Maybe he fell asleep? I lightly open the door. And froze in shock. There he was in his bed. I looked over to his left and there was a beautiful burnette laying next to him. Her hair was messy. And it looks like she was sweating. No he couldn't have. He would never do anything like this to me. Then I looked down at his floor where I saw a pair of bra and panties. Along with a pair of his boxers. I tear streamed down my pale blue eyes. How could he? After all of the times he said he loved me, he said I was his one and only. His everything. I sniffled. Then his eyes. Shot open. Reveiling the soft warm choclate colour that I would melt into. His black hair was messed up. He sat up in his bed still not noticing my presence. The he mumbled " shit not again." that just made my heart break a little more. He looked at me his eyes going wide. " how could you? I thought you loved me!" I said. " Emma I do love you!" he said. " save it! I knew this would happen." I sobbed as I started to run out of his room. " Emma wait!" he called out. I stopped. And turned around. There was my boy- erm ex boyfriend running after me in sweat pants. " what do you want Zayn! You've cheated on me and broken my heart. What do you want from me!" I yelled. My blonde hair was now wet because of the pouring rain and my makeup was smudged. I looked back at the Bradford boy. " I'm sorry. It wont happen again." he pleaded as he walked closer to me. " oh but that's where your wrong zayn. It already has happened before hasn't it!" i yelled back at him. He looked down at his feet. " I knew it. Is it because I didn't want to have sex untill I was married so you picked up some slut on the street?! Or is it because she's prettier, smarter and more girly than I am." I asked having the tears pour. " no! It's none of that! Yes maybe I've slept with her before but I still love you!" he said his face centimeters away from mine. " your so full of shit." I said. I turned on my heal and started to walk down his drive way. He grabbed my wrist and kissed me. His soft lips gently on mine. But I pulled back. " no zayn.Not again. " I said. " please Emma. One more chance." he begged as a tear dripped down from his eye. " Dont do this to me. Please," I cried as he placed his lips back onto mine. " I can't, I cant trust you anymore. I'm sorry, goodbye zayn." I said as I walked back to my house kicking stones the entire way there. How could he do this. Why. Why would he do this. I slip in my house key and walk into the middle sized modern house. I krepted up the stairs trying not to wake my dad. Once I got to my room I shut the door silently. And slid down the wall. I brought my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs and cryed. For hours. I sat there. I stripped off my wet items of clothing and pulled on warm dry sweatpants and his oversized hoodie. It's still had the faint smell of him. Then I climbed into my bed. Crying myself to sleep.