𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 | z.m. #MissionDesi

Chapter 8.

Two days later..

I woke up and rubbed my eyes lazily, the frown never leaving my face. I was still upset, cause the boys were leaving today. They had a morning flight. I opened my twitter to distract myself for a while, but my eyes almost bulged out of my sockets. 15000 new followers?!

Then I noticed that the boys uploaded their pics with us while roaming in Mumbai, eating panipuri, playing UNO with caption ' Had a lovely time in Mumbai @aishamehra @thealiamehra @muskaanqureshi'.

Harry uploaded a pic of them playing in waterpark ' missed you @zaynmalik1d @aishamehra'.

Zayn uploaded the selfie of both of us and the painted wall ' my painting partner @aishamehra'.

I sighed,my eyes tearing up already. Ahh! I'm gonna miss those idiots!!

I immediately called Louis to know about this. They never told us about this.

"Hey, Aisha. What's up?" He asked casually.

"I thought it was a secret trip." I said through a chuckle. He laughed.

"Yea, but we decided to give our fans a surprise before leaving." He chuckled, making me shake my head.

"Do they know the time of flight??" I asked laughing.

"No, they don't, not yet maybe. You're coming, right?" He asked.

"Yea, we are." I answered with a sigh.

"Ok, see ya." He added with a sigh.

"Bye." I replied and ended the call. I got off my bed to freshen up. I wore a white shirt with jeans and vans.

"Alia! Muskaan! We've to leave!!" I yelled as I reached downstairs.

"Coming!!" Alia yelled from the kitchen.

"Just a sec." Muskaan said coming towards me.

Alia came downstairs and we went to the airport. After we reached, we found the boys waiting for us, in disguise. I was surprised by how nobody noticed them, they're really bad at disguises. We walked towards them. My heart felt heavy.. they were really leaving.

"Everything ready?" Muskaan asked as we approached towards them.

"Yea..." Niall replied silently. There was an awkward silence in between all of us. God... this was gonna be hard.

"We'll miss you. Thank you for everything." Harry broke the silence.

"Don't be so formal, Harry. We're friends." Alia said slapping his arm slightly.

"Of course we are! We'll stay in contact." Louis said raising his pinky. I chuckled and locked my pinky with it.

"We will." I replied.

We all engulfed into a big group hug. After that we hugged each other. I hugged Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis and then.. Zayn. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head into the crook of my neck.

I'm gonna cry... no I'm not! My thoughts were battling with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face onto his chest, taking in the smell of his sweet cologne. Am I ever gonna meet him again after the concert?

"I'm gonna miss you." He whispered in my ear.

"Me too Zayn. Take care." I looked at him.

"You too." He smiled at me. We pulled away from our hug, trying my best not to cry. Ahh!! I was bad at goodbyes. He joined the boys.

"Bye, boys. Take care!!" I yelled at them.

"See you at the concert girls!! Stay in touch." Liam replied. They waved at us.

They went on their flight and we're off to home. I collapsed on my bed, thinking about today, about the boys... about Zayn. I was not gonna be okay, I didn't have any idea, that this was gonna be so bad. One and a half hour, and I miss them already. Tears formed blurring my vision. I wiped them off and opened my twitter to distract myself.

I saw a tweet of 1d ' in our flight for LA... see you again in 5 months, Mumbai!!'

I kept my phone aside, knowing that there will be no use. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see dad on my side.

"Why are you crying Aishu?" He asked me.

"I don't know, dad." I answered honestly.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Dad asked me. I was shocked, I looked at my dad. He slightly chuckled at me.

"You've feelings for Zayn, right?" He asked patting my head lightly. Was it that obvious?

"How did you know?" I asked in disbelief. Of course! He's my father.

"I'm your Dad, Aisha. I know you very well." He replied, matching my thoughts.

"I don't know dad. I feel helpless. I feel helpless since I've found out." I said shrugging, more tears forming. "Or maybe I'm just being hormonal, I'm on my period." I said, making him chuckle. I never had problem sharing such things with him.

"Did you tell him about your feelings?" He asked.

"No.." I trailed off.

"Why?" He asked again. I started ranting.

"He has millions of girls that'll die at his one statement, Dad! I'm just a normal girl. Even if we were together, I don't know how would that work out!! It will end up hurting both of us. I know it just won't work out. I don't know Dad.. I've never felt something like this before... I'm afraid of being-"

"Heartbroken?" He cut me before I could complete. I nodded. The tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Aishu.. you need to understand. Everything is not as simple as it seems." Dad told me.

"I'll think about it Dad." I said wiping my tears away.

"Good." He said. Dad engulfed in a hug. This was really helping me right now. Usually, daughters don't seem to have this type of conversations with their father, according to some stereotypes. But Dad would understand me when no one could.

"Come on, you are gonna meet an international designer in a week!! Go prepare!!" He said enthusiastically.

"Yea Dad." I replied. With that, he patted my back and left my room. He was right, I have to start preparing for it. If I got this, I'll be able to live my dream..

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I know it was a very short chapter, but I promise the next one will be long.

One more chapter with hidden feelings... *sighs* Trust me, everything's gonna be fine.

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