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- Zayn POV -
We sat over the table at breakfast in mostly silence. I couldn't tell if it was because we were both stoned or knew that this, whatever this was, was ending soon. But it was a heartbreaking silence.
She finally cleared her throat and spoke up, right at the same time I'd gotten up the guts to finally say something as well.
"I want you-" I started.
"I don't-" She started.
I had a feeling I was going to want to hear what she had to say. "No, go ahead babe." I tried to smile.
"I don't know what this is," pointing between us "that we're doing, but I don't want to hear your 'this isn't the last of us' bullshit because you clearly have a girl back in LA, so I'll drop you at the airport today and we don't have to speak to each other again. This was fun, Zayn. Nothing more."
I was hurt and confused by her words, especially when my own were so venemously spit back at me.
"What're you talking about?! There haven't been any girls since Perrie for me! Not till you!"
She widened her eyes. "Are you serious? I CAN'T BE THE NEXT BEST THING AFTER HER, ARE YOU KIDDING?!" She suddenly screamed.
Now I have no idea what's happening.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Zayn, there are literally girls all over the world, some that probably actually have their shit together and like...I don't know, personalities, or looks, and are so much better for you. I can't be the next girl you replace your fiancee with."
I can't hide my anger from her. I've tried before when she talks down on herself to try to be positive instead of losing my shit at how ridiculous she's being, but today is not the day to pull this shit.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "You're absolutely right."
Her face fell. "What?"
"I can have any girl I want. There are girls in this town who have thrown themselves at me everywhere I go. But I've spent every moment since I met you, with you. Don't you realize that? You've got something they don't have. It's like a spark, a spark that ignites this flame inside me that I thought died when Pez and I...yeah, I didn't think I could see that in a girl again. I didn't think I could...feel anything for a while" I smirked, "And then there's the great sex." and winked at her.
She rolled her eyes. "That sounds cliche as hell. Sparks and shit." she snorted.
"I'm baring my heart and you're laughing at me! This is why I don't fuck with bitches, man." I shake my head and start to walk off, knowing that will piss her off.
"Hey asshole, breakfast is on its way." she grinned, pulling my arm back to the table.
- Georgia POV -
I was definitely stalling asking about Sarah, but I knew I had to do it sooner, rather than later. I eyed him carefully as he sipped his bloody mary in between bites of French Toast and eggs. He'd already said I was his first since Perrie...well I couldn't be the first girl he's slept with in 3 months, but maybe the first girl he's liked? I took a deep breath and decided now would be the time.
"So I kinda..." I was suddenly so much more nervous, "overheard you talking to..." audible gulp, "Sarah, this morning"
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, we were just talking about the different press events I'll have to attend when I get back."
"With her?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I mean some are dinners with other artists so she'll be there..."
"JUST TELL ME ZAYN. IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?" I screamed, unable to control my frustration any longer. He looked like he was having fucking fun with this.
He laughed wholeheartedly. Literally the cutest laugh I had ever heard out of a full grown man. I would have started laughing myself if I wasn't so goddamn angry.
"She's my manager, Georgia."
My cheeks burned red and I could've crawled under the table. I was mortified. I had turned my worst nightmare, straight up batshit jealous not-even girlfriend on Zayn.
"Oh my God...I'm so sorry...I...You've never mentioned your manager before...I thought it would be a guy or something." I rambled on, head in my hands. "I'm such an idiot. Seriously, why do you deal with me? I will spare you the chore of ever having to deal to me again, Zayn."
I got up and left a $20 on the table for my meal and started to walk off. I felt a hand on my arm and I was spun around.
"You freaking the fuck out about my manager was probably the most adorable thing you've ever done. I'm going to continue to deal with you because," he took my face in his hands, "I want to all the time. I could never get sick of you. I..-" He stopped, furrowing his eyebrows and biting his lip.
I did the only thing I could think to do in that moment. I kissed him. He smiled into the kiss and hugged me tightly.
Once we sat down at the table, he spoke up again. "So...I wanted to talk to you about...well...um..."
"Spit it out, babe" I did my best to accent the babe like him and smirked into my mimosa.
He chuckled nervously. "Well, what do you think about coming out to LA for a few days if I can get it free? Like, what I'm saying is-"
"OF COURSE?!" I half-screamed.
He grinned. "Really?"
"Yeah! I mean I've always wanted to go to LA. I've got some friends from UGA that moved out there after college that I'd love to see again...I could make a vacation of it."
"That'd be sick. You need a vacation, babe." He smirked.
"Tell me about it."
We finished our breakfast and drinks and after paying, both stepped outside to smoke. I took a moment to admire him in his red and black sweater, which was too much for this humid weather, but he insisted he'd "want a jumper on the plane." He was pretty adorable.
He rolled up the sleeves of his jumper and I admired his tattoos one last time in person before they disappeared from my sight before however long it would be before I could plan my trip. He hadn't mentioned flying me out and I certainly was too proud to ask, but I knew he could obviously afford it and wouldn't mind. I sighed to myself.
"Whatcha worryin' that gorgeous little head of yours with?" He asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"Truthfully?" He nodded. "How I'm gonna pay for a vacation, get time off of work, afford rent..."
He walked closer to me, dropped his cigarette and put his hands on my shoulders. "Baby, don't stress about the trip. I'll fly you out. I just needed you to say yes."
I tried to smile. "I'll have to talk to my friend Melissa and see if she wouldn't mind having me crash on her couch or something."
He shook his head. "Come stay with me. I have plenty of bedrooms," he wiggled his eyebrows, "besides my own."
I laughed. "Okay. But I still have to figure out work and rent and..."
"One step at a time love." He kissed my forehead.
I sighed and took a deep breath. "Okay."
He furrowed his eyebrows, gazing intently at me. "What else is wrong?"
"I've been thinking...like I'm just so unhappy waiting fucking tables. I might try to go back to school, finish my law credits and get my degree. Ya know, finally get a grown up job and shit." I chuckled nervously.
He smiled genuinely. "That's great babe! You should do it, really."
"Yeah, I don't think my credit is too bad, I should be able to take out a loan for it..." I finished my cigarette and crushed it.
He frowned. "How much would it be to finish?"
"Hopefully it wouldn't be anymore than a semester...which at Emory is about $26 grand." I stated nonchalantly. I wasn't shitting bricks over how to pay for it yet because I haven't even talked to anyone about going back. I doubt I could even get loans for that much. But just having a degree would get me in the door somewhere to paying all that back.
His eyes widened. "Christ. I forgot how fucking expensive American uni is."
"No kidding." I chuckled as we walked to my car. "What time is it?"
He checked his ridiculously expensive watch. "I've got about 45 minutes to get to the airport."
I groaned and thought to myself "Let's get this over with, then."