11;11 Wishes

Chapter 5 ♡

I don't respond to him, I can't, he'll probably just laugh at me.

"Sienna? Are you alright?" he asks worriedly.

A few minutes later, he asks again.

"Sienna, I'm jumping over if you don't respond." he threatens.

I bet he won't.

I was wrong. Zayn jumps into my balcony like Spider-Man coming to rescue me. I still have tears rolling down my cheeks as I shake uncontrollably. I want Zayn to leave; I look so pathetic in front of him - dear Zayn, please leave says my heart. I hope he heard that somehow.

Zayn kneels down beside me as he wipes my tears with his fingers.

"Don't cry, what's wrong?" he says with a worried expression.

I shake my head, signalling him that I don't want to talk. He sits beside me, facing me and engulf me, assuring me everything will be alright..

"But nothing will be okay.." I whisper quietly.

"Sienna, I'm sorry for being an asshole, I don't know why I did that today - you're welcome at my place anytime, you don't need to be on diet as you're beautiful." Zayn speaks rapidly.

"And being into photography is fine too and I'm sorry for saying your nudes got leaked - I was just kidding! Please stop crying Sienna, I hate it when people cry - especially when it's my fault." He continues.

"I'm not crying because of you.." I croak.

"Zayn just go, you won't understand, you don't know him." I add.

"Him? Who hurt you?" he questions me with an angrier tone.

"Please go, I'm fine." I whisper.

"No, I refuse to, I'll just sit here with you." he says in a calmer voice.

He sits down next to me, acting as a pillow. I place my head onto his head and close my eyes.. An hour later, my phone rings, Zayn sits up. It's my 11;11 reminder alarm.

"Make a wish, it's 11;11." I say softly.

I close my eyes whilst looking at the endless night sky and make my wish.

"You believe in 11;11 wishes?" he asks.

"Yeah.. I always have since I was a little girl." I reply.

"Aw, what did you wish for?" he asks

"Happiness." I reply shyly.

"Happiness? But aren't you already happy?" he says.

"I, uhm, well.." I begin.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me everything." he smiles.

Zayn focuses on the night sky but I focus on his tattoos, they're beautiful but I wonder why he has them.. Instead of questioning him, I take this opportunity to hug him.

"Thank you for being here." I whisper into his chest.

Surprisingly, he hugs me back and replies with "no problem."

Maybe Zayn isn't that bad after all..

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well, uh, i feel like my book is suck-ish but would you guys like a Zayn's POV for New Year's Eve? - it could be like a lil gift from me to you, idk? ily all!