The Photographer ||j.b.||

Chapter 19

Sophia

I walk down the hallway hurriedly as I'm already ten minutes late and I don't want to let them wait any longer because every minute counts. I knock on the door and a middle-aged woman opens it moving to the side and letting me in the room. I sit on the empty sofa next to Zayn after greeting her and take my jacket off after leaving my bag on the floor next to me to look at them both full of interest.

It's been two weeks since we started therapy and this is our last session before leaving for vacation and returning in ten days. My foot is nervously tapping on the floor while I can barely hide my nervousness and I make sure to turn off my phone before we begin as I apologize and explain that I couldn't leave work earlier.

"On our last session, we talked about your behaviour Sophia to Zayn the last few months before his misconduct and how overworking yourselves made an impact on your relationship." She looks down at the notepad on her legs and then at us.

"That's right." Zayn nods and I do the same exact thing.

"So, I think that today, given the circumstances, we should put a comma there and return after your vacation. I would like to hear how you two feel about going on a vacation and having to do everything together even for a short amount of time." She smiles at us and I purse my lips for a moment trying to think how I really feel about all this.

"I'm nervous," I mutter after a minute and look at Zayn in the eyes. "I'm nervous because when everything gets too much I won't be able to leave and work until I calm down, I'll have to stay with him and face what I've been avoiding," I mumble and support my head on my hand.

"I think it's the same, along with excitement..." Zayn tells us and I sigh.

We sit in there for another forty-five minutes trying to talk things out and taking advice on how to cope with everything so we won't take any steps back to our progress. It's soothing to have someone to talk knowing that they won't judge and they'll try to help you find a real longterm solution to our issues. 

As we exit the building paparazzi are waiting and I groan as the bodyguard that was waiting for us at the entrance makes a path making sure that we're good until we get to Zayn's car. We get to a beautiful restaurant to have lunch and when I sit on the opposite side of Zayn I place my bag on the free chair place my phone on the table and smile at him.

"That was nice." He comments and I nod while we're going through the menu.

"I think it's going great." I smile and place down the menu as I've made up my mind on what to get already.

"I'm much more confident about the following days to be honest when I booked everything in the back of my mind the thought that we may break up for good out there drove me crazy," Zayn admits and I looked at him shocked with the new information.

"Did you really think like that?" I ask and sit back on the table. "I thought you were the optimistic one in this relationship."

He passes his fingers through his hair while thinking of my words and then clears his throat before talking, "I may be optimistic but I'm not stupid. I can see the situation in front of me and I may choose to act all cheerful and confident but you can't imagine how many times I thought of cancelling this trip." He informs me and I nod as I see his jaw clenching a little.

I don't say anything else until we order and our food comes. We eat mostly in silence commenting on something from time to time and telling each other about some things that happened to us in our day. Except that, we choose the comfortable silence and I'm good with that.

As we drive home we stop at the Porsche dealership so Zayn can check out the car he wants and I'm left speechless from the amazing cars that are in there realizing why he wants that car when I lay my eyes on it.