I awake to the sun shining through, making my head hurt. My head feels like it's going to explode any minute, and I feel extremely sick. I can't remember anything from last night, and how I got home. I turn around expecting my bed to be empty as always. But my arm hits a body, a small frame. I turn around quickly, and notice a feminine body. Y/n! I pull the sheets away, and before me is a stranger. She's fast asleep, and she's naked. I look down, and I'm wearing only boxers. In the trash can is a tied condom. I put my head in my hands. I cheated on my girlfriend. I get up pacing around, trying to fix up the place. The stranger suddenly awakes, and looks at me confused.
"Did we?"
"I." I don't find the words.
We had sex, and it's a mistake. A mistake that can't be undone. Will I even find the courage to tell y/n?
"I'm so sorry." I express.
She doesn't say but get up and put her clothes on.
"This was a mistake." She says before leaving my apartment. I sit on bed with my hand in my hair, and thinking of y/n.
I pick up my phone, and I have so much tweets, and mentions. Not like it's out of the ordinary. I log on and see pictures of me and that stranger. It already made headlines, and it has been retweeted a lot of times.
She must have seen it!
I call her, and it rings and rings. I skype her, and a box appears. "This user no longer exists." I groan in frustration. I can't loose her. I know she seen it. I just know it.
I call her again, and on the third ring she answers.
"Hello." she says softly.
"Y/n!" I yell into the phone.
"Don't. Please." She says so softly.
"No, I can explain. I can."
"Zayn, stop! Just leave it. We're done. We weren't destined to be together. And you made it clear you don't love me like you said. Beside, I went to the doctor yesterday and they said I only have few more months. I can't be your girl anymore. I'm sorry." She hangs up.
I yell and throw my phone at the wall. I slide down the bed to the floor, and cry. This will forever haunt me, and I can't do anything about it.
Why do I have to fuck up?
Zayn, move on.
I silently cry, suddenly the whole apartment feels so cold and empty. I feel so alone.. I am alone.
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When I First Met You (Zayn Fanfic) (COMPLETED)
FanfictionZayn receives a interesting fan mail. What he finds inside is unbelievable. Did the fan send it by mistake? Or did she intended to? And what will Zayn do with it? Will he find her to give it back to her personally? Or read it.
