Chapter 10: Zayn’s POV
My relationship with Perrie wasn’t working out. My mother loves her more than I do. I had someone else in my mind. Veronica kept making her way in my head all the time now, shit. I really needed to stop. I don’t fall in love. What was I thinking?
My mom was home from work pretty early. I decided to break the news to her first.
“Hey mom”
“how was school? You didn’t skip today right?” she always asked me that. It irritated the living shit out of me.
“No I didn’t skip class today… I need to talk to you about Perrie” I said as I tried to calm myself down.
“Oh! Okay. Do you want to go to dinner again? Because if you-“
“It isn’t working out with her. I like someone else”
“But she’s an amazing young woman. I couldn’t think of anyone better for you!”
“No she’s no good for me. We barely have anything in common!” I was yelling at that point.
“Zayn don’t you raise your voice at me! Now, why is it again that you want to break up with Perrie? Because I know she makes you happy. Oh and lets not forget she’s also a great influence”
“Mom I’m not happy with her. Why can’t you just be okay with it?”
“But-“
“You know what screw this shit. Whatever I’m leaving”
I grabbed my keys and stormed out of my house. I didn’t care what my mom thought anymore. I just wanted beer.
My trunk was full of bottles because Louis and I had taken Niall’s entire alcohol stash when we found out he hit Glimmer. I parked near a park and opened my first bottle. I was nearly done with a twelve pack when I felt the urge to go to Veronica. Her house wasn’t that far from where I was. I was drunk but I didn’t care I just wanted to see her and talk to her.
I got out of my car and ran to her house.
Veronica’s POV
I was getting ready to go to bed. I was really tired even though it was Friday. Glimmer had invited me over but I had to work so I had to say no. I had showered and brushed my teeth in a matter of minutes, which shows how tired I was.
I plopped down on my bed when I heard soft knocking on my window. Since I’m incredibly paranoid, I grabbed the closest thing to me for defense. I grabbed a sock. Nice
The knocking didn’t stop so I forced myself to check what it was, even though I was terrified. I slowly made my way to my balcony. I couldn’t see anything until I moved my curtains to the side and opened the door. I walked out and it was really dark. I couldn’t see crap! Plus it was freezing! I was about to go back inside when I heard a voice.
“Verrrrrooooonicaaa” holy crap I’m going to die. That was the first thing I thought of. I kept hearing the voice call me, I was frozen.
“Can… can I go up there? Ple-aseeee” then I recognized his voice. It was Zayn. What was he doing here? I didn’t know what to do.
“C’mon princess let me in… its co-ooooold” he was drunk. I could tell by the way his voice sounded.
“Fine Zayn… hold on” I made my way back inside and down the stairs. I unlocked the door and he was standing right in front of it. He gave me a small smile before stumbled inside my kitchen. I had to half carry and drag Zayn up to my room. God he was heavy. I pushed him off me and luckily he landed on my bed. He just laid there, looking at the ceiling.
“So umm… what brings you here?” I asked trying to break the awkward silence.
“My mom just doesn’t get it. She doesn’t know what makes me happy!” his response took me by surprise. But before I could respond, he continued talking. “She only wants what makes her happy! Perrie doesn’t make me happy… shit since dad died she thinks she knows what makes me happy. Hah she doesn’t know shit… he shouldn’t have ever left us…” I notice Zayn’s voice crack once he got to the last part. He remained quiet while I remained seated next to him.
“Is… is there anything I could do to make you happy Zayn?”
“No need to try babe… you already make me happy when I see you” he said with a smirk. I couldn’t help but blush at his comment. He winked at me and continued venting.
“My parents always saw me as a failure, and my dad wanted me to follow the business apth. But, I’ll never be successful, always a failure, always. Well I’m tired of that shit. I’m not taking it anymore…”
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t help but feeling sympathy towards him. I noticed his eyes were slowly closing; I then put a blanket over him and made myself comfortable on my couch near my bed. I never thought his life was like this. I expected a perfect life with no problems. I didn’t know what he was going to do next, or what I was going to do next.
I wanted to comfort him, make all his pain go away. I stopped my mind from branching on those thoughts since I had told myself to stay away from him. Oh and Harry.
Zayn mumbled some words here and there in his sleep. It was quiet comical but I soon drifted off to sleep as well hoping to wake up with him in the same room.