One Shots [Closed]

Bittersweet (Zayn/Madda)

“Uhm,” He hesitated. “We’re leaving for tour in a month.” He said quietly, biting his lip. It always made Madda’s heart race when he bit his lip. It showed something that she didn’t always see in him.

Madda sat there, not in shock; he was in one of the most popular bands in the world, this was bound to happen, but it was more of a ‘wow, this is really happening’.

“For how long?” She asked, scared by the answer.

He took her hand in his, seeing the expression in her eyes. He leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on his knees on the gray sofa in the living room of his flat.

“About a year.” He whispered, “A month off in May and a few days to a week or so every month.”

Madda just nodded. There wasn’t much she could do about it. She rested my head on his shoulder as his dropped down into his arms.

“Zayn, these are your dreams. Follow them until the end of the world.” She said it quietly and rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand.

He brought his head up and looked at her a bit. “I feel like a terrible boyfriend.”

Madda shook my head, he was crazy. “You’re not.”

He started into her eyes for a second. “But you’re sad. I can see it. A good boyfriend’s not supposed to make his girlfriend sad.”

Madda started crying. She didn’t want to, but she did. She felt like shit because she was making him feel like shit. Madda thought she was being selfish because she just wanted him to stay here.

“Please don’t cry.” He whispered, releasing her hand and wrapping his arms around her.

She snuggled into his chest. He was warm and it felt so safe right there. They sat there for a while.

“Why are you crying?” He asked slowly and softly. Almost like he regretted saying it as soon as he had started.

“Because you shouldn’t feel bad.” Madda answered, still huddled into him. “This is your passion and I don’t want you to be worrying about anything besides what you’re doing when you go on tour.” It stayed quiet for a moment. “I’m making you feel bad and it makes me feel terrible.”

“I’m going to miss you so damn much.” He said hugging her harder. They fell back onto the couch, still intertwined.

“Where are you going?” Madda asked, hoping that it would make things a little better.

“The US,” He started. “Australia, New Zealand, Europe, Asia.”

“Oh my God.” She gasped. This time, she was shocked. A world tour? “That’s crazy. I’m so excited for you.” Madda was. She honestly was.

Zayn had always wanted to tour the world, but never got a chance to. After the band formed he finally got to see part of the world, including America, where they met, but now he was getting his chance to tour the entire world doing what he loves.

“I appreciate that beyond everything.” He said smiling.

“It won’t be that bad.” She said, thinking about things hopefully. “I can visit every now and then, and on your breaks you can come to my house.” She smiled, “It’s not like we’ll never see each other.”

He smiled once again. He seemed relieved; he hugged Madda tight and kissed her forehead.

“I actually have a question for you.” He smiled.

Madda furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him. “Would you stay here while I’m on tour? Danielle is staying in Liam’s flat and we just all thought that you two could house sit for us all while we were gone.”

It sounded amazing, but then again, anything could sound amazing whilst being wrapped up in your stunning boyfriend’s arms.

Madda just found one huge issue…

“Zayn, I’d love to, but I don’t have the money to do it.” She frowned. “I don’t have a job here or anything else.”

Zayn laughed, throwing his head back on his couch. “You don’t think I’d ask you to stay here and then leave you to fend for yourself?” Madda just made a face and he laughed again, continuing. “Babe, I’ll take care of everything.”

She shook my head, which was something she did a lot of. It kind of cleared her mind. Like, she was just shaking away all of the thoughts that didn’t matter at that time. “Zayn, I don’t want you to have to take care of me.”

“Yeah… but,” He hesitated, “I want to take care of you, even if I’m not in the same country. I like to know you’re safe and that you have nothing to worry about.”

She started playing with the seam on the bottom of his shirt. Madda didn’t feel right living someplace and having someone else pay for everything. She even hated it so much when she was younger that she moved out when she was 16 and got her own apartment and everything.

“I’d feel guilty basically taking money from you, though.” She admitted.

Zayn sighed. “I’m not gonna force you if you don’t want to, but it’d make me feel a lot better if I knew that you were safe and taken care of, and this is the only way I can think of.”

Madda sat stationary for a second, still wrapped up in his arms. For the past month or so she had been thinking about moving here. It was a beautiful place and she already knew it like the back of my hand. One single thought ran through her mind and released a huge chain reaction. Why not move here?

“I’ll do it.” She smiled.

His face lit up and he kissed her forehead. “Really? You’ll move in with me?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”