Little Me [Zerrie]

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perrie

Jade's hurt face won't get out of my mind. She's always been the strong one in the group and still is, but seeing her hurt like that from my words is heartbreaking. I was wrong when I said that no one will love Jade. I love Jade and so does Leigh, El, and Jesy. Why did I ever say those horrible things to her?

I spent all day Monday trying to figure out an apology to Jade. She said that she never wants to see me again and I refuse to go near her if she's going to physically hurt me. So, I decided that I'd write her an apology letter.

Tuesday came and I spent that day trying to find the right words to say. How do you apologize for saying that someone will never be loved? I told Zayn about my plan and he offered to help me write it since I never learned how to write. We didn't get very far thought because, like I greatly hope Jade knows, I always say the wrong thing.

Wednesday, I slept a majority of the day. Zayn had built a fire in my bedroom's fireplace and cuddled in bed with me. "See? It's like our first night together in here." he'd said and I smiled at the memory. I then fell asleep in his arms being warmed by the fire.

Thursday, I felt sick to my stomach and spent the morning sitting on the bathroom floor throwing up in the toilet. Then I went back to bed and made Zayn stay out of my room for fear of getting him sick.

Today is Friday and I've decided to actually try to look happy and positive today. Candy got me styled and picked out some clothes for me.

"You look beautiful, Miss Edwards!" Candy gushed.

"Thank you." I say. "Do you know where Zayn is? I feel bad for kicking him out of my room the other day." I tell her.

"He understands." she laughs. "But as far as his location at the moment, he could be in his office. I brought his breakfast to him in there this morning." she adds.

"Alright, thank you." I say and run off to find Zayn.

As I run through different halls, I pass a mirror and stop to look at myself. Yesterday, my face was a sickly color and I had dark bags circles under my eyes. Today, I look refreshed and healthy again. I wink at my reflection and giggle before knocking on the door to my boyfriend's office.

"Come in!" he says. When I enter, a bright smile takes over his face when he sees me. "Come here," he warmly says and I circle around his desk to him.

I plop down on Zayn's lap and wrap my arms around his neck. He spins us around in his swivel chair before asking, "Feeling better?"

I nod and place a kiss on his lips. "Sorry about yesterday." I apologize.

"No, I get it. You weren't feeling well, it's fine. You're better now though?"

"Yes I am." I proudly say.

Zayn chuckles and then kisses me. "Good because I want to take you to see a film today. If you want to, that is."

"Of course I want to! What are we seeing?"

"Whatever you wanna see." he politely responds like a pure gentleman would.

"I don't really know what's out so you pick."

He shrugs and says, "How about The Best of Me? It's a pretty old movie. Old as in it was made in the year 2014."

"Why are they playing it in cinemas if it's that old?"

He shrugs. "I think the cinema we're going to plays the old movies, not so much the new ones."

I don't know what that film is about but I nod and say, "Okay."

"We'll leave at six." Zayn says and we spend the next five hours chatting about our favorite films even though I've only seen a few when I was little.