Distance Breaker [Zayn Malik]

Zayn and Ariel have been together for 2 years. They are insuperable, or so they thought.Suddenly Ariel has to pack up and leave, but Zayn isn't going to let them be apart. He's going to find a way to get back to her. No matter what it takes.


3. Two

*Ariel's POV* 

“Wake up, sweetie. Wendy made breakfast.” I moaned and finally let my eyes flutter open. Mum was gently shaking me. I lifted my head up to feel it pounding. Turns out I had fallen asleep at my computer desk. I went to go look in the mirror, wiped off the drool, and saw that I had the imprint of some letters on my cheek. I shrugged it off and headed down stairs where the smell of French toast was wafting from.

“Bon appetite!” Wendy, our personal chef, exclaimed as she laid out a plate piled high with French toast soaking in syrup. “Looks heavenly Wendy, as always.” I told her. After a few minutes of shoveling toast and eggs into my mouth Mum finally spoke up. “We’re leaving Saturday,” I stopped eating and looked at her. That only gave me 3 days to tell Zayn. 3 day to prepare myself for never seeing him again. I stayed silent, blinked away the oncoming tears, and kept eating. “We’re taking a few separate flights, since it’s so far. Your father isn’t coming with us; he’s taking the company’s private jet. Oh, and Wendy is coming also, in case you were wondering.” I stuffed the last piece of toast into my mouth, took my plate over to Wendy for washing, sat across from Mum at the table, and finally let out that was on my mind. “Mum, you realize I have to leave Zayn right? Along with Aubree. They are some of the few greatest things that have ever happened to me. I have to tell them the news today, so I’ll probably be out for awhile.” I started to stand up and walk out the door, but Mum stopped me, “Just remember, Ariel, I love you. Your father loves you too. This is for the better.” I walked around her, and right before I walked out the door I said what had always been bugging me. “I don’t even know why you stay with Dad. He doesn’t care about us. We’d do perfectly fine on our own.” And with that I left the house and made my way to Zayn’s.

I walked into Zayn’s flat; the tears were already threatening to flow. “Zayn? You here?” I sat down on the sofa waiting for his answer. “You came earlier than expected,” I jumped from the loudness of his voice. “You didn’t even give me time to set up what I was going to give you.” He appeared from the hallway with a candy bar in his hand. “Here.” He handed me a Kit-Kat, and I smiled because it was one of my favorites. It was small gestures like this I loved about Zayn. He never went overboard, because he knew I wasn’t that type of girl, but just a simple thing as my favorite candy bar was good enough for me. “Babe, I have some news.” I quietly said, while setting Kit-Kat down on the empty space on the sofa next to me. “It’s not good. You look so gloomy. What’s the news?” Zayn’s tone was caring. He sat close next to me, wrapped his arm around me, and I buried my face into his bare chest letting the tears flow rapidly. Without saying a word we sat there, me crying, and Zayn smoothing my hair and whispering comforting words in my ear. “Ssshhh…Ariel…you’re too beautiful to cry…please stop….it’ll be okay…everything will be fine….shushhh….beautiful girl.” But those words made me cry even harder knowing the fact that this might be the last time I hear them.

Eventually I collected myself some, and faced Zayn. He gave my hand a squeeze, “Let me see that smile.” Because he was my weakness, I forced a smile onto my face. “Gorgeous,” now we were intertwined on the couch, hearing nothing but soft breathing. “Now, Ariel, please tell me what’s got you this way.”

I might as well not beat around the bush, and come straight out with it.

“Zayn, I’m moving to Wellington, New Zealand. It’s half way across the world.”

Zayn’s hand slipped from mine and up to his face. Both hands covered his angelic face as I could hear his breathing speed up, and it was almost as if I could hear his heart pounding along with mine.

You’re leaving me?” Were the 3 words that Zayn spoke before the tears started to stream down our faces, and the romantic mood in the room dropped to nothing. 

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