Beautiful Nobody {h.s}

Chapter Seventeen

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.” ― Nicholas Sparks

 Giselle never thought she’d hated seeing packed bags so much. Seeing them sent a bullet through her heart and made her eyes water. But she had to compose herself. Harry and the rest of the gang would be here to deliver her and then see her off any minute now.

With a sigh she pulled on her oversized, asymmetrical, red sweater and her gray boots so that they both fit over black skinny jeans. A knock at the door had her hustling to shove her hair in a gray beanie and running towards the door. Quickly she opened the door after she shoved the last curl in. Zayn stood alone with his hands jammed in his pockets and a frown. She welcomed him in and didn’t say a word as she went to the bedroom and pulled her bags along behind her. Suddenly there was another knock and Zayn was quick to answer.

Giselle smiled at the blonde girl who wore a bright smile of her own. She wore a crop top with long sleeves and a red and black flannel tied around the bare skin. There was no chance that she could be warm. Her high-waisted jeans might be the only thing providing her with any warmth.

“Do you need a sweater or something?” Giselle asked, ready to offer her the coat on top of her bags. The girl only laughed and hugged Giselle. The shocked redhead hugged her back.

“I’m Perrie!” she squealed as soon as she pulled back.

Giselle knew about Perrie. The guys made fun of Zayn a lot because of her; she was his fiancée and a huge part of his life. He loved her more than the sun loved the moon. It was beautiful the way he had talked about her.

“Giselle,” she said, returning the bright smile.

Perrie was just as bubbly as they’d said. It was like she carried the sun in her pocket, inside of her. Zayn and she were completely well matched. And Giselle loved it.

“Oh, I know who you are! Zayn says you’ve got the curly one wrapped around your little finger!” she exclaimed, her accent heavier than the others. “I commend you, oh great warrior!”

Her ‘r’s came off as ‘ah’s like ‘fingah’ and ‘waheeah’. It caused Giselle to giggle slightly. She rather liked the change and the heavy accent. It brought more culture into her life.

“C’mon Pear, we’ve got to get her and all of her bags down to the car,” Zayn said with a chuckle. Giselle smiled at the pet name and her obvious ability to make the man smile and laugh. Zayn always seemed to be brooding about something or about nothing in general. It might just be his normal face.

“You always stop me when I’m making friends,” Perrie pouted.

“Not always, just when we’re on a schedule,” Zayn sighed, walking over and taking many of the bags from Giselle. Perrie took a couple small ones until she was left with her carry-on and the roll around bag full of her many assortment of sweaters. Once in the elevator, Perrie poked fun at Zayn for needing to prove his masculinity by carrying all of the big bags. Giselle found the whole thing comical and couldn’t contain a giggle every once in a while.

“The only reason you’re doing so well carrying all of those small bags is from your many shopping adventures,” Zayn said, a bit miffed at the situation.

Perrie gasped before slugging his chest with her hands full of Giselle’s bags. “Take that back, Zayn Javadd!”

Giselle stared at the exchange wide-eyed. If they were joking around, Giselle couldn’t tell. Perrie seemed genuinely hurt by his comment but Zayn didn’t seem like he was going to apologize any time soon. Suddenly Zayn ducked his head and kissed her cheek then stood up straight again with a small smirk. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, amusement shining brightly in the twin orbs. Perrie smiled and kissed his cheek before righting herself again.