"4:00 AM" (part two)

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***Zayn's POV***

After my friend dropped me off, I walked up the door, turned the key, and went in. By this point, there wasn't much alcohol left in my system. Meaning that whatever (Y/N) tells me now will actually make sense. But I deserve everything coming my way now.

"Fuck, Zayn! It's 4:00 AM!" She yelled at me. I deserved every bit of this.

"I know, (Y/N). I'm sorry. You didn't have to wait up." I say, pained, knowing that I'm in complete shit.

"You say that every time! But of course I have to wait up, to see if you can get your wasted ass home safely! I'm so tired of your shit, Zayn! You're lucky I don't throw you out of this damn house right now!" She spat. Yup. She's right. Why have I put her through so much? God, I'm an ass.

"I'm sorry. I'll go crash at a friend's house. I'll leave." I turned on my heel, but she grabbed my arm.

"Zayn. As much as I'm upset with you, I'm not going to kick you out. I'm fucking pissed, but I won't be that cruel. You're walking on a thin line. You can sleep on the couch and we'll talk more in the morning." She told me, and let go of my arm. I expected her to throw me out. I know how much I've done to her.

I don't fucking deserve her.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)." I mutter. There's no use in trying to save myself.

"Look, I won't say 'it's okay', because I don't know if it is. Just get some sleep, you ass. We'll talk in the morning." And with that, she walked upstairs to our bedroom, and locked it.

I took off my jacket, and switched my jeans for a pair of sweatpants. Laying down, I just thought. Which probably wasn't a good idea, but oh well. Fuck it.

I thought about my childhood, about the very few good memories I had as a child.

The one where my mom took me to the zoo. It was my first time seeing animals in real life, besides a dog or a pigeon. She took me anywhere I wanted to go, to the aquarium part of the zoo, and even the polar exhibit. I was mesmerized by the animals, and my mom looked so happy that day. I never really saw that smile. But when I did, it was amazing.

Or the time when my aunt and uncle took me to an amusement park. My mom was out of town for a day, away from my dad, meaning I could go to the park. I tried to keep my mom from being alone with my dad as much as I could. I remember going on my first roller coaster, and even though it was terrifying, I absolutely loved it. I won two stuffed animals that day, which I still have packed away somewhere in a box with my few childhood belongings.

I brought my hand up to my eye, and realized a tear had escaped it.

"Zayn?" Shit.

"Are you, um, okay?" She asked. God damn it, Zayn. You saw this coming.

"Y-Yeah, the smoke fumes from my clothes are still bothering me, that's all. Go back to bed, (Y/N)." I said softly, the house was dead silent. I heard her quiet footsteps fade away, but slowly come back. Next, I felt fabric on my face.

"You left one of your t-shirts down here. It's clean, not full of smoke."

Even when she's pissed at me, she's nice to me. Fuck.

"Thanks." I say, slipping on the clean t-shirt. I see her grab a glass of water and head back upstairs.

How did I not hear her footsteps going down the stairs? Oh well.

I get up and grab a glass of water myself, maybe it'll help with the rest of the little bit of alcohol in my body. Gulping it down, I set the glass in the sink and go back to the couch.

I also thought about (Y/N). How amazing she is, and how sad I'm going to be when I don't have her anymore. I hope she doesn't see it as me abandoning her, I'm just no good for her. She deserves to be happy, and I don't wanna stop that.

I slowly felt myself grow tired, drifting off to sleep, wondering about how I'm going to tell (Y/N) I'm leaving in the morning.

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(a/n) i'm sorry this chapter was kinda short and a little bit boring! D:

but the next part will be longer and a lot more important! (next is last part to this imagine btw)

oh and try not to cry next chapter. just a warning. ((((:

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thank youuuu, ily!

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