The story is coming from my imagination so please don't copy it.
I woke up alone, in a bed that wasn’t mine. I was about to check if I had all my clothes when I recognized the place: Zayn’s bedroom. What am I doing here ??? Suddenly, memories of last night get back to my mind: me dancing on the bar, me outside in Zayn’s arm… I felt my cheeks blush at this memory. But after that, I didn’t remind anything; I just hoped that I didn’t say something embarrassing. I stood up and noticed that I was wearing Zayn’s clothes. I couldn’t help but smell his perfume; Zayn had the best perfume ever, that’s why I was used to put my head into his collarbone when we were in couple. I took off his clothes and was in my underwear when the door abruptly opened.
“Zayn! Where did you put my…” Waliyha stopped talking when she saw me “Oh… Sorry! I didn’t know that you were here. Hum… Well it’s nice to see you! Zayn didn’t even tell us I mean… Wow I’m really happy to see you here” she said with a large smile before running into me for a hug.
“Waliyha you will always surprise me” I laughed. “You are the only person I know who hug someone in underwear without any shame haha”
She followed my laughs and finally let me dress up. As we went to the living room, I started feeling very uncomfortable. Having to face Zayn was literally scaring me, I had to admit it.
“Where is Zayn?” I asked her.
“He is outside, maybe at Perrie’s. He had an argument with Ellen.” I frown in incomprehension. “Ellen is my father whore” she added loudly.
At this moment, I noticed a chestnut haired woman who was sitting in the sofa and looking at us with a hurt look. Here was Ellen. I send her a sorry look and said goodbye to Waliyha. There was a new woman in Zayn’s father life; maybe I wasn’t the only one who had problems finally.
I was at Perrie’s, sitting on her bed; she was finishing her History homework on her Mac while I was trying to calm down. Ellen really pissed me this morning so I decided to get out before losing control. I didn’t even warn Anastasia. After this night we spend together, I thought we could find the complicity we had two years earlier but once again, Ellen ruined everything. Perrie was talking to me whereas I was looking for her differences with Anastasia. With Perrie, things had always been simple. I liked her, she liked me; we shared the same humor and we were listening to the same music. It was obvious that one day we would be more than friends. But with Anastasia… There was more passion, every sensation was amplified. When we were reunited, nothing else existed; it was just she and I.
“What’s the problem Zayn? I have the impress that you don’t care about what I’m telling you…”
“No don’t worry. Keep talking, I’m listening.” I said in a low voice.
She looked at me in silent before asking:
“Are you still thinking about her?”
“Who are you talking about?” I knew exactly who she was talking about.
“Anastasia” She said in whisper.
I didn’t reply because I didn’t know what to say. Moreover, I knew that if I replied, she wouldn’t like my answer and we would have a new argument. I kept a bad memory from the last one; Perrie learnt about me fighting against Louis to defend Anastasia and as I expected, she didn’t appreciate. It was the worst crisis of jealousy she had ever done. During two weeks, I ignored Anastasia until last night… If Perrie knew about it, I was a dead man. I approached her and stuck her back to my chest.
“Stop being worried Pezz. You’re the one and only, I already told you” I whispered in her ear.
“I love you Zayn.”
I kissed her softly. I couldn’t reply that I loved her too because I felt that something was changing between us. I was changing. Oh Anastasia, what are you doing to me?
The next day
We were now in class, in Philosophy, when our professor announced that the class would be divided in several groups for presentations. When he called my name, I had the good surprise to be with Liam, Harry and Anastasia. Our subject was The Art which was wide. Liam had the good idea to go to the Met and we all approved. We were exchanging our ideas when I noticed that Anastasia didn’t seem well. Once the bell rang, she was the first out; I run after her to ask her what was wrong.
“Anastasia! Please wait!” I cried in the crowded hallway
She turned around to face me.
“Are you okay? I mean you didn’t seem well in philosophy so I was wondering…” I interrupted myself when I notice a mark on her cheek. She saw my insistent look on her cheek and put her hand on it.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” She said with a forcing smile.
“Did anyone beat you?” I asked harshly. When I saw her looking down, I had my answer. “Who did this?” She stayed silent. “Stassie I don’t want to get mad. Tell me who did this please.” Now she had tears in her eyes. I was going to repeat my question when I hear someone calling my name: Perrie. She was looking at me with a furious look.
“I better go” I said to Anastasia. “I’m not done with you” I added as I was over passing her.
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