Chapter 23 Playroom
It's been more than a week since that argument I had with Zayn and I regret every second of it. I admit I'm stupid but stupidest couldn't explain it. Everything was going fine and just in a blink of an eye I fucked everything up.
He barely glances at me twice. He's all cold and distant again and the look on his face scares me from trying to talk to him.
After that night, the next morning I was gone. I honestly had no intention of going back and I knew for sure he wouldn't come after me but somehow, I found myself going back on Saturday. I had hoped we could talk it out but not once did I have an alone time with him. Alberto was over and they went out in the evening and he didn't return until Sunday at 11:46pm and went directly into his room.
I woke up early the next morning to go talk to him but he was gone. I called him up at work and what left his mouth literally made me die inside.
"I hope this is an emergency, you know the rules."