YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 152.

"Can I use your phone to try to call her?" I ask Zayn.

He removes one hand from the steering wheel to dig into his pocket for his phone. We are only about ten minutes away from the apartment and I am beginning to panic over Max's reaction to Zayn driving me home. I keep trying to force myself to sober up but it doesn't work that way. I am a lot less intoxicated than I was an hour ago but I am still drunk.

"Here..shit it's dead." He says, pressing the button on the top revealing an empty battery symbol.

"It's okay." I shrug. Calling Max from Zayn's phone probably isn't the best idea I have had anyway.

Not as bad as my idea to kiss a random guy in front of Max, but still not a good one.

"What if she isn't here?" I say.

"You have a key don't you?"

"No.. I didn't think I would need one."

"Oh.. well if she isn't here then I can take you somewhere else.. or you could stay with me. Just for tonight..if you want." He offers.

Max would literally murder him if she found me at Zayn's apartment. When we arrive to the apartment, Zayn parks the car and I scan the parking lot for Max's car. It is parked in her usual spot, thank god. I have no idea what I would have done if she wasn't here. Zayn gets out of the car with me and insists on walking me up. As much as I think that will not end well, I don't know if I am capable of getting myself up to the apartment alone in my intoxicated state.

Damn Max for leaving me at that party.

Damn me for being an impulsive idiot.

Damn Zayn for being so sweet and fearless when he shouldn't be.

Damn Washington for being so damn cold.

When we reach the elevator my head begins to pound along with my heart. I need to go over what I am going to say to Max , she is going to be so mad at me and I need to think of a good way to apologize without using sex. I am not used to being the one to apologize for anything because she is always the one who messes up, this doesn't feel good at all, this feels terrible.

We walk down the hallway and I can't help but feel as if we are preparing to walk the plank. I just don't know whether it will be Zayn or myself that sinks down into the water.

"This is it." I swallow and knock on the door.

Zayn stands a few feet behind me as we wait for the door to open. This was a terrible idea, I should have just stayed at the party.

I knock again, this time louder.

What If she doesn't answer?

What if she took my car and isn't even here? I didn't think of that.

"If she doesn't answer can I go to your place?" I try to hold my tears back.

I don't want to stay at Zayn's and make Max even more upset with me but she hasn't left me with another option.

What If she doesn't forgive me? I can't be without her. I have been through an emotional hell for her so she has to forgive me. Zayn's hand touches my back and he rubs up and down to soothe me. I can not cry, I need to be calm when she answers.. if she answers.

"Of course." Zayn finally answers.

"Maxxy! Please open the door." I quietly beg and rest my forehead against the door.

I don't want to yell and cause a scene at nearly two in the morning, our neighbors probably have issues with us yelling enough already.

"I guess she's not going to answer." I sigh and lean up.