We Were Just Best Friends

Zayn's just broken up with Perrie. He's heartbroken... and wasted. There's a lovely lady standing on the corner, beckoning him over. He can't do it though.
Harry could however....
Zayn and Kate become really close, talking almost everyday, even when Zayn's on tour.
he surprises her by not telling when he is back in town. Harry though cannot wait.

btw: i have nothing against Perrie and Zayn :) Or Harry for that matter.


17. She still hasn't called

 A Week Later

Zayn’s pov.

I drive to the flat and was thoroughly aggravated to see a giant moving truck there. I parked around it and jogged up to the front door. Buzzing all the buttons, I figured at least one could let me in, not having the patience for this. Really Kate? Are you fucking kidding me right now? I leave and give you space, (which is obviously what the hell you wanted) and all I ask is for you to call me. And here I am a week later, at her flat with no mobile call. So I went to her. If that makes any sense.

The door unlocked and I jogged down the hallway towards her flat. Digging the spare key she herself entrusted me with out of my back pocket, I turn it ready to open the door. Mentally I prepare my speech: Kate we need to talk. Alone. We haven't since I got back, Blah. Please I sounded like I wanted to break up.

But just as I was about to confront her, my hand hovering over the knob, the door swiftly opens, allowing a gust of air to be blown in my direction, unfamiliar in smell.

"Kate, I..."

"No. Miss Matthews does not reside here anymore." A middle aged man smiles politely at me, standing in Kate's door opening spot. He's dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt with the label of a moving company. The truck.

"She's not here?" I'm taken off guard; this does change the conversation I'm about to have.

"Nope. We are," he gestures behind himself where other men are working, "just moving her belongings out to her."

I seize the opportunity. "Moving them? Where?"

The man suddenly becomes a bit uncomfortable, shifting his weight back and forth. I see why and rush to explain. "It's...it's not like that. You see my names Zayn and I was a close friend of Kate's. I asked her to call me and she hadn't yet so I was just checking up on her."

He looks up, more sure of the situation. "You're Zayn?" I nod, ready to bring my drivers license out. "It's okay. Miss Mathews left this on her table with no instructions to it." He beckons me inside Kate's very empty apartment to her kitchen. He walks over to the table and grabs what looks like clothing with a piece of paper on it.

He dumps it into my arms looking apologetic. "I cannot unfortunately tell you where Miss Mathews has moved to, but if you wish I can send a message back to her."

I glance down to my last note. "Erm...thanks for the offer, it's okay though. Well, have a good day." I lead my self to the door.

So she decides not to call me and just packs up and moves? Why what had I done wrong? I got back into my far but did not immediately drive off. Instead I punched the passengers seat.

I'd seen the news, about her at her flat and people saw me leave. But her moving was completely unexpected. All I did was come to her flat to talk to her, just to talk, not to fight, maybe take her out to lunch. Maybe she just never saw the note, I'd thought, but them comes the awful truth.

She left. Purposely. And didn't bother to let me know. I whacked the seat again.

Kate's pov.

Three hours out of London you forgot there was ever a cramped city behind you. Already I had settled down with a quaint upstairs flat on top of a gift shop. It was perfect, a tiny village. I kept to myself and worked in the almost nonexistent public library. I wasn't a librarian or anything, but I was paid wages for simply putting books back and helping people find the books. It was calming, and I mostly could read up on subjects I'd never thought to learn about before.

A week away from Zayn.... I didn't know how I felt about it yet. Even just calling him like we had done, I  missed.

But Zayn wasn't a complete moron. If I called him, he'd ask where I was and why I'd left. And nope, I wasn't going there.

And I wasn't going back.

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