I smile to myself as I surf the Internet. I hadn’t been able to focus all day. Zayn was coming home from tour. He’d been gone for months. Yes, I’d been able to visit him for a week in the middle, but the long distance was still hard. Especially for a new relationship like ours. I sign on to twitter to check my mentions. Since we’d gone official a couple weeks ago, my twitter had exploded. My followers had grown 10 times what it was, and my mentions were full of people either complimenting me or telling me to go die. I just chose to ignore the threats, focusing on the positive instead. A frown settles on my face as I click on the mentions, seeing a bunch of tweets to me like ‘omg zayn cheated! http: zvnlsghdf…’ I click on the link skeptically. I’d heard tons of these rumors before but a lot of the times it was laughable how photo shopped it was. This time, instead of taking me to a picture, I’m linked to a YouTube video. I nervously click play and watch an obviously drunk Zayn hitting on a girl outside the hotel room. When I hear him invite her back to the room, I feel my stomach drop. This one was real. I see Paul send the girl away and Zayn just calls after her to come back when Paul is asleep. The video ends and I’m left wondering if she ended up coming back. I hear the doorbell ring and I robotically walk to the door, my mind whirling. How could he do this to me? I’d been faithful, why couldn’t he? I open the door to see Zayn, grinning wildly.
“Hey!” he says excitedly going in for a kiss. I move my head though so his lips hit my cheek instead of my mouth. I step back quickly, seeing the look of excitement on his face turn to one of confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“How could you” I whisper, the look of confusion deepening on his face.
“How could I what?” he asks. I turn around, walking back to my computer, Zayn following closely behind. I click play on the video, my eyes glued to the screen watching it play over again. “I can explain,” he says, and I can hear the guilt in his voice. A lump grows in my throat. He wasn’t denying it. There’d still been a part of me that had assured myself that Zayn would say it was fake. It didn’t happen. He wasn’t denying it.
“Like hell you can,” I snap.
“Sam” he says earnestly.
“Get out Zayn” I shout, pointing at the door.
“Sam please. Listen to me” he begs.
“Out!” I shout again, but he shakes his head.
“Not until you listen to me,” he says. I shake my head, grabbing my jacket draped across the chair.
“Fine, then I’ll leave” I reply, throwing on my jacket as I run out the door. I get in my car, ignoring Zayn knocking on my window as I drive to my friend Hope’s house. I knock on her door and the second she opens, she knows something is wrong. The dam holding back the tears breaks and with a sob I fling myself into her arms.
“He cheated,” I cry. “He cheated on me while on tour. He didn’t even tell me himself. It’s all over twitter”
“Oh hun” she comforts, rubbing my back, leading me into the house. “C’mon, I’ll get the ice cream.” She says. Thirty minutes later, I’m halfway through my tub of ice cream, settled on the couch watching John Tucker Must Die. I lean my head onto Hope’s shoulder, my eyes glued to the screen watching the girls seeking revenge on the filthy cheater John. Serves him right, I think. The doorbell rings and I look to Hope as she starts getting up. “Don’t worry, if it’s him I won’t let him know you’re here” she says, reading my mind. I nod thanks and snuggle back into the couch as she opens the door.
“Is she here?” Zayn asks.
“No, she’s at her mom’s, now go away” Hope replies, ice in her voice. Zayn’s quiet a moment.
“No she’s not, I went there first, she’s here and I need to talk to her” he replies pushing into the house. “Sam” he says his eyes landing on mine.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone Zayn?” I ask
“Please, just let me explain” he says, taking the seat next to me, taking my hand. I don’t reply and it takes him a couple seconds before he realizes I’m letting him talk. He gives me a startled look as realization settles in and then he starts speaking.
“It was at the very beginning of the tour. Back before we even went public.” He begins. “I know that’s no excuse,” he adds, cutting me off before I could voice those same words. “But I regretted it from the moment it happened. I know I should have told you. Having you find out this way… I’m such an ass. But baby please. I’m so sorry.” He says, before finally going quiet, studying my face.
“How do you expect me to be able to trust you again?” I ask quietly, looking down at where his hands were covering mine.
“I don’t. But I’ll work every day to prove myself to you. Please. Just one more chance, that’s all I’m asking,” he say picking up my hands, pressing them to his lips. I feel my resistance breaking as he looks up into my eyes, the pleading obvious.
“It’s not going to be easy.” I warn, seeing a spark of hope light up his eyes.
“I know,” he says, kissing my hand again.
“I won’t be able to forgive you just like that,” I warn again, wondering when he’d decide enough is enough.
“I’ll earn it, I promise,” he says kissing me on the cheek.
“No more chances” I whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath on my cheek.
“I won’t need any more,” he says quietly before his lips find mine.
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One Shots
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