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44

Life was going smoothly, but as the days went by, my nervousness began to increase. It was now July. A little over a month for the Robinson trial and two days before Zayn's fathers. He was leaving bright and early in the morning. Despite my many protests, he didn't let me go with him, insisting I had work and other priorities. I knew it was because he didn't want me to freak out a month before the Robinson trial, but I was more concerned for his well being. He promised he'd keep me updated and that he'd be okay but still. I was not happy with this arrangement. I was now sat on the floor with Zayn as I tried to help him pack.

"How many shirts do I need?!" He exclaimed, looking at everything I handed him to put inside.

"It's better to overpack than underpack" I stated placing a couple more extra shirts.

"Yeah but I'm only gone for three days" He said zipping the suitcase up, and placing it against the wall. I still sat on the floor, way to comfortable to get up.

"Come on; Greys Anatomy is about to start," He said, falling onto the bed. I groaned, still not getting up; a couple of seconds later, Zayn stood in front of me is arms crossed. I stretched out my arms, a cheeky smile on my face, and he helped me up.

"You're so lazy" He said grabbing the remote,

"I know" I said as I relaxed onto the bed, watching the show appear onto the screen.

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I stood by the front door, watching in awe, as Zayn looked around the apartment, making sure everything is okay. He examined the fridge one last time before closing it and walking over to me, grabbing his suitcase.

"Okay, I made sure the A/C is at the perfect temperature, so don't fiddle with it, there is enough Nutella to get you through the next three days, and the TV remote is on the coffee table, so don't go looking all over for it," He said in a somber tone while I laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked tiny crinkles popping up on his forehead, I smoothened down his forehead, he was too young for wrinkles.

I shook my head, "Nothing, you're just cute," I said with a shrug; his eyes twinkled at the compliment, and now I was starting to get hesitant. Did he really have to leave me for three whole days? Just thinking about it made me sad - gosh, I sounded so clingy. I needed to get a grip. I lasted 23 years without Zayn; I'm sure I can last three days without him.

"I'm gonna miss you" He murmured pulling me into a hug. My heart instantly melted and my legs were jello. 

Oh forget it this was going to be the hardest seventy-two hours of my life. 

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It was nearly 10 PM, and Zayn's plane landed at 8, yet I still haven't heard a word from him. According to the flight status, he landed, but according to how unresponsive he was to my calls and texts, I was beginning to panic; heck, I was panicking. He hadn't even called Bhai or Aunty Asma. Nobody had heard from him. I called and texted hundreds of times for the next six hours, not getting a wink of sleep. It was at 4 AM that my phone buzzed,

Zayn <3: I'm sorry I didn't call you after I landed, I got carried away

I didn't bother reading anymore as I slammed the call button,

"Saima? - why are you awake it's like 4 AM?!" He said,

Here I go, "Well, I wonder WHY I couldn't sleep; the possibilities of you getting kidnapped or dying were running through my head. Was it that hard to send a SIMPLE text saying you were alive? Was it THAT hard, Zayn? I have a meeting in what - 4 hours did I make the presentation? Nope because guess what I was doing? I was fuc-"