Louder Than Words

Chapter 31

- January 12 7am -

Zayn's P.O.V

For some reason I've been having nightmares every time I went to sleep, since the day she decided to take a brake. Who knows how long this break would be?

As I wake up, I stayed under the covers, not even moving to stretch. It was my birthday and I know they had all planned something because whenever I walked up to them they'd all shut up and change the subject.

Me and Kacey still talked but we didn't kiss as often, we never kissed. A simple kiss on the cheek at its most. We held hands sometimes, because it helped calm her down whenever she was scared or nervous. It was exactly like dating her except we never cuddled or anything. That's what I miss the most, the smell of her sweet perfume on her neck, her tropical smelling curls. At least she didn't torture me by ignoring me or hating me. She missed me too, but she just wasn't ready yet. She said we rushed into things and I first I thought she was just making up an excuse but then I thought more about it. The first time I saw her, we made out. That same night she slept with me, not 'slept with me' just literally slept next to me. A few nights later she actually did sleep with me. But it never felt like we were rushing things, time seemed to stop whenever I was with her with, it still does actually. I wonder if she felt the same way.

"Good Morning sleepy head." Harry says jumping next to me on the bed

"Hi Harry." I mumble

"Well that's no way to act on your 20th birthday mate!"

"Sorry! I'm not a morning person!" I say getting out of bed.

"Oh and Zayn?"

"Yes Harry?"

"Dress nice because Kacey invited you over for breakfast at her new house."

"Just me?"

"Yes just you, but we're going over later for a small get together."

"Oh."

Harry gets up and walks towards the door.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Your welcome?"

I knew he had planned the breakfast for us, he knew how sad and lonely I felt and he put this together. I know because I over heard him talk in his sleep.

I put on my thank you thank you fuck you shirt since it was the first thing I saw in my closet. I also put on some navy blue skinny's and my snapback. My hair was up in its quiff but the blonde highlights were still visible.

I was about to walk out of the room but then I stopped myself. I should dress nicer if she wants to have breakfast with me. I look through my closet, a thank you fuck you shirt? What was I thinking?! I decided to dress a little more respectful. I put my hair back in a beanie, and I change into a white shirt and a light denim jacket. I left the pants on because they were fine. Hopefully this would be enough for the occasion.

Kacey's P.O.V

I could never choose a good outfit when I needed one. Nothing in my closet caught my attention at the moment. I couldn't think straight. I wanted this day to be perfect for him. I wanted it to be like the first day we saw each other, to start things all over again, but this time to take our time with everything.

And after walking around naked in my new house for about 30 minutes I finally chose the perfect outfit. It was a light coral button down shirt, a see through material that was short in the front and long in the back. The front tucked into light jean shorts. I wore black heels with a wooden heel. A black Chanel bag, and my vintage glasses. I heard the door ring before I could put on any accessories and I rushed to open it.