You find yourself crying on the bathroom floor that was joined to your bedroom; the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend of a year and a half, Zayn. You just had a massive argument because Zayn thought that you were having an affair with one of your best friends. You knew it was absolutely ridiculous but Zayn wouldn't listen to you even though your best friend is gay.
You stood up staring at yourself in the mirror; your mascara smudged because of your tears. Great. You wiped away the mess and unlocked the door, finding an overnight bag and quickly filling it with as many items of your clothing as possible. You'd had enough. You turn around and freeze as you see Zayn, watching you from the door frame.
'Where are you going (y/n)?' Zayn asks; his voice quiet.
'I'm going away Zayn, I can't live like this. You obviously don't trust me so what's the point in being in this relationship?' You shout.
'So, you're just going to throw it all away?' He asks, walking into the bedroom.
'No Zayn, you threw it all away, with your jealousy and distrust. I can't believe you could think I would cheat on you! You knew I loved you!' You say, throwing a few more things into your bag.
'Loved?' Zayn asks; his voice breaking.
'Listen Zayn, I think it would just be best if we take some time away from each other.'
'But I don't want to be away from you! I love you.' Zayn says, taking a step closer to you, raising his hand to yours but you pull away.
'I'm sorry Zayn, it's for the best.' You say, pushing past him and walking out of the door.
-1 Month Later-
It's been a month now and you haven't spoken to Zayn once. You spoke to Harry a lot; you knew he was checking up on you for Zayn. You appreciated it but you just wanted to be left alone. Harry was at your flat, making a cup of tea.
'Listen (y/n), I know Zayn was an idiot for accusing you of cheating, but you have no idea how sorry he is. All he ever does is sit around all day, drinking. He's moody all the time, we even had to cancel an interview half way through because he just burst into tears. He's really cut up babe. He loves you, a lot. I've never seen him like this before and I've known him for five years now.'
'Harry, it means a lot that you're telling me how he's doing because I still love him and I worry so much about him but what he did was just too much. It's like I can't have a guy friend without getting accused of sleeping with him! It's ridiculous!' You explain; Harry nodding.
'I know that, but you really need to talk to him and sort things out because I'm getting really worried that he'll do something stupid.'
You think about what Harry says to you and decide that it's the right thing to do by going to see him. You worry that he'll do something stupid if he's drinking nonstop.
'Is he at home?' You ask.
'Yeah, he hasn't left the house in a week but I've been checking up on him.' Harry says.
'Thank you Harry. Really, it means a lot that you've looked after him.' You say.
'No problem. Good luck and I hope you guys can make up. Me and the boys miss Zayn and (y/n).' He says.
You smile and give him a kiss on the cheek before you say goodbye and make your way over to see Zayn. You decide to walk, giving you enough time to think about what you want to say to Zayn. As you get to your apartment building, you sigh, building up the courage before walking in. You take the lift to the penthouse suite you and Zayn share and open the door. It's an absolute mess and you gasp. Zayn is usually so tidy.
'Zayn? Are you in here?' You call out, walking into the bedroom, finding Zayn flat out on the bed. You walk over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed, touching your hand to his face.
'Zayn, wake up.' You say.
'Huh, what's going on?' Zayn says, his voice croaky, a sign that he hasn't spoken to anyone for a while.
'(Y/n)! Is that you?' He says, sitting up and looking at you. He holds his head and collapses back on the bed.
'Zayn, you're drunk, go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up.' You say, walking through to the living room and attempting to tidy everything up. You tidy through every room, finishing up as you hear groans from the bedroom; Zayn obviously waking up. Zayn walks out of your bedroom and freezes as he sees you. You sigh at the sight; he's in just his boxers. You've missed him. A lot.
'(Y/n), baby. How are you?' He says as you notice the dark circles around his sore, red eyes.
'I'm fine Zayn, are you okay?' You ask.
'No, I'm not. I miss you baby.'
'I know Zayn, I miss you too. We need to talk about this.' You say, taking your place on the sofa, watching Zayn as he sits opposite you.
'(Y/n), before you say anything, please can I just say my piece?' Zayn says.
'Okay.' You reply.
'Well, first off, I just want to say that I've missed you so much. I've been miserable without you. I've never been so upset with myself. I hate myself for letting you go. I hate myself for not trying to get you back. I've disappointed you by drinking every single day, just getting drunk to try and numb the pain. I've really disappointed myself for accusing you of doing something I know you wouldn't. I know that you would never cheat on me because you aren't like that, I just don't know why I did it! I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart and I am truly sorry for ever hurting you.' Zayn finishes, tears slipping from his eyes.
You get down on the floor, kneeling in front of him, wiping away his tears. You lift his chin to look at you and you smile at him.
'Zayn, don't cry babe. I still love you. I'm sorry for saying that I loved you, like I don't anymore. That was hurtful and I should never of said it. I'm also sorry for staying away for so long, I feel like such a coward.' You shake your head. Zayn lifts your chin to look at you in the eyes. His dark chocolate eyes hypnotising you just like before.
'Baby, don't beat yourself up, I'm the idiot. Please come back to me?' Zayn says.
'Zayn, you never lost me, I'll always be yours.'
Zayn smiles and lifts you onto his lap, cuddling you closely. He kisses your lips passionately, deepening the kiss; taking your breath away. As Zayn pulls away he bites his lip and looks at you once more.
'I love you (y/n).' He says.
'I love you too.' You say, snuggling up to his chest.
'Can we just stay here for a while? I miss cuddling to you for hours.' Zayn whispers, sending shivers down your spine as he kisses your forehead.
'Of course babe.' You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. You giggle as you hear his heartbeat get quicker. You rest your head on his bare chest and sit in silence for hours just with each other like old times.
