42. Outside the Window
As I stared out my apartment window on this chilly March night, I immediately noticed three things. One, it was not raining. Two, Zayn wasn't walking down my street, drunk, shouting 'Why Perrie? Why?!' at the top of his lungs. And three, The two things I noticed were from a dream I had a while back. Clearly, I was disappointed that my dream did not come true. If it did, I would just do exactly what happened in my dream: beg my parents to let me take him in. He would still be drunk, and start unzipping his pants to "thank" me. "Hold on!" I screeched. I told him if he even tried to "thank" me again, I'd kick him out. I kept looking out the window that night, hoping the Zayn Malik would pass by, but alas, I had to go to bed.