Damaged Goods // Z.M (slow updates~editing)

Chapter 28 Close Or Apart?

Rosalie's Pov

It's Friday night. I pack my clothes so I can leave for the boys house tomorrow morning. I pack enough clothes for a week. I don't want to carry around such a big luggage it's a drag. And since we don't leave till Sunday morning I get to work on my painting in Zayn's graffiti room. After Zayn had breakfast with my parents he came back while I was working to fix my lock. It's very sweet of him.

Gosh I'm taking a vacation and I need to worry about finding a new job. I have experience as a waitress for almost two years now. That's all I know. I really don't have many other skills that will land me a job. Why does life get so complicated for me?

I groan and lay next to my suitcase that's on the floor. I'm done packing and I'm not sure what else to do for the day. I'm not even sure what time Zayn is picking me up. I guess I can clean up a bit. There's a thin layer of dust on the furniture. Maybe organize my clothes? But that'll take forever. I've got so many that most of doesn't fit in my closet or my cabinets. Cleaning it is then. It'll be quick and easy.

I start with my room, dusting of all the furniture. After few hours my loo, kitchen, and living room is clean. It's a little after two in the afternoon when I finish. My loft is completely spotless, just the way I like it. I'm a complete neat freak. Growing up with nothing and going from home to home, you appreciate the things you work for and try to take care of them. So I like to take care of my things.

I sit down on my couch and turn to on the telly. After thirty minutes of watching there's a knock at my door. I get up to open the door. Zayn is standing there looking like a god. He has black beanie on his head which also has a bit of snow as well. His slight stuble has grown in the past few days. His broad shoulders is covered in flakes of snow. He is nose and cheeks are slightly red from the cold air. It makes him oh so cute. I bet Zayn can be dressed in a trash bag and still look breath taking.

"It's a bit cold out her love let me in?" He says. Who knows how long I've been staring at him. He never ceases to mesmerize me. He dusts off the snow from his beanie and his black coat.

"Sorry, come in." I step aside so he can enter. He pulls me in for a hug. His cold nose brushes up against my cheek. "Ooh your so cold Zayn." I giggle. He chuckles into my ear.

"Oh but I got you to keep me warm." He presses his lips to mine. His cold lips perfectly mold against my warm lips. "Ready to go the boys are waiting to see you. They all want to spend time with you before Christmas and before we all go home for the holiday." All the boys were going home so then they'll be able to spend New Years with my family.

"Of course just got to get my bags now." I go back into my room and drag the heavy luggage to the living room. I spot Zayn in my kitchen rummaging through my fridge.

"You barely go food here."

"I know. Times are hard Zayn." Food and money is scarce for me right now.

"Why didn't you tell me I would of helped out." He shuts the fridge door close.

"I know but you know I don't like you wasting money on me. I'll rather work for it." I never had people care for me or look out for me, so people helping me out is sort of odd. I just don't like people wasting money on me.

"Your so stubborn. Shall we go then?" He asks. I nod my head. He grabs my bag and we walk out. When we leave the building the paps our snapping pictures of us.

"Going on holiday?" "Moving in together?" "Rosalie and Zayn smile for the cameras will ya?"

Zayn had told me to ignore them. It's all still very weird for me. Zayn grabs a hold of my hand and walks me over to his car. A little beep from his remote and the trunk opens up. I'm just wearing a long sleeve and a cardigan and it's not enough to keep me warm. I slightly shiver and Zayn notices.